Awake among the Ancient Green trees

I fall asleep under a big cosy blanket,
And I let myself soar.
I already know the path to my paradise,
cause I've already been there before.

As I walk the road, I can see myself,
My life, as pictures in frames.
I see people I met a long time ago,
but I can't remember their names.

The road is almost finished,
The path is taking an end.
I walk into my very best dream,
Where I don't have to fake or pretend.

I can just lie there, in the grass,
Let my mind just flow.
I can feel the cold grass touch me gently,
as I feel the wind blow.

Here, I have my paradise,
I can fly among the lovely breeze.
Here I can rest my very soul,
and awake among the Ancient Green trees.