Wherever we went,
the grass bent.
Wherever we went,
green times we remembered.
Time did grumble and groan.
Time did stumble like a wounded stone
when death finally
made itself known.
Nevertheless, wherever we went,
the grass bent.
Wherever we went,
green times we remembered.
Wherever we went,
we found a key of grass.
Wherever we went,
we found a door of glass.
Wherever we went,
we found a field of light
filled with brilliant blossoms
that would not break,
but only bend
before an ever-rising wind.
Time did grumble and groan.
Time did stumble like a wounded stone
when death finally
made itself known.
Nevertheless, wherever we went,
the grass bent.
Wherever we went,
green times we remembered.