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Let me walk a while alone |
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Among the sacred rocks and stones |
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Let me look in vain belief |
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Upon the beauty of each leaf |
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There is green in every blade |
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The tree tops lean providing shade |
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Maypoles spin in happy sound |
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All nature's strength around |
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And there's a horse that feels no pain |
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Its iron strength to take the strain |
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Children rock it to and fro |
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And gaily drink its color glow |
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Above, the sky, devoid of cloud |
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Thinks not to cast a thunder shroud |
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Upon this place so full of joy |
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A field of gold of loves employ |
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So, why my heavy heart, you say? |
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When tears would stain, the sights so gay |
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My brother's dreams, once here did soar |
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Until he died at the hand of needless war |
