Upon the green grass I sang my last melody.
Upon the green grass, in Heaven I'll be.
Drift away from this disarray.
Fly upon the leaves to the clouds in my dreams.
Where nothing is wrong and all is right.
Where light comes to play and darkness gives way.
Where the blood of my soul no longer strays.
Where the stiched wounds on my heart no longer weep.
Where my heart is a feather beat.
There you will find your hoped for peace.
