Moon on the meadow, bugs in our ears,
Smoke in our eyes, wet wood and tears, 
Out on the meadow, water somewhere,
We were the only ones there.
Wild horse and slushy, dry lakes to peaks,
Finding the love that everyone seeks,
Hiking to rainbows, sunsets and stars,
Just finding out who we are.
We shall return here, one lucky day,
Our hearts will guide us, they know the way,
People in cities, don't understand,
Falling in love with the land.
Moon on the meadow, bugs in our ears,
Smoke in our eyes, wet wood and tears,
Out on the meadow, water somewhere,
With you my friend, I am there.