In the Meadow by the Sea

In the meadow by the sea,

I wait, my love, only for thee.

The night doth bend the hours so 

sanity doth come and go 

as I wait to see your face, 

to see it's subtle strength and grace.

The wind, it whistles through the reed,

sounding out my desperate need.

And when the breaking day doth come,

you're the fire, you're the sun

that glistens as it beckons me

to the meadow by the sea.