There You'll Be.
Gentle wind in the meadow, the smell of fresh blossoming tulips, spring begins to set.
The sound of birds singing their sweet melody that echo's over the plain.
The warm sun glows as the clouds slowly glide across the calm blue sky,
but the cold drops of rain would be just as welcoming.
Gentle wind in the meadow, the ever changing weather that will surround the paradise as you sleep sweet dreams.
There you will be.