The soft green meadows of my childhood
Where heather blossomed and rabbits fed...

The singing birds in the morning
Swallow up time...

Darkness
Is my escape to freedom...

Love is the freedom of your heart
It is a dream come true...

The valleys are full with lush,
green, wonders...

The avenue of trees
On a beautiful morning...

The stained photographs from my dusty album
Remind me of Jacks young old soul...