From the album Covenhoven

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In the summer of my seventh year
I was overcome with a love sincere
Quiet forests around the still blue waters
There before us, a single moment taught us

We will always know where the tall grass grows
And the sun makes a window in the clouds, where the shadows fill with light

In another life I was a flower in a meadow
Sipping soil in the hills of Colorado

We will always know where the clocks hands slow
Where the wild winds blow 'cross the Medicine Bows
We were young and bright eyed
Standing still and tongue-tied
Hearing music for the first time
Symphonies conducted by the swaying grass on the hillsides...

Staring in to dying embers, forever we thought we'd be the flames
We promised we'd remember, and like the evergreens we would never change...