In the great green groves
and the arms above
Those open-arched oaks
we climbed and swung from
A magic yet calls
A spirit still waits
yet these old hearts
stand aloof and debate

Come home to me
and to the deep glen
Where childhood laughs
and we're free again
Come home to your own
to your first love
and those places
well known
below and above

Where the river draws
in a hypnotic calm
away from the noise
and such goings-on
The meadowlark Spring
is a heart's open need
after the winter breaks
Before the summer's speed

The song is a tonic
that soothes the mind
A right proper sonnet
at just the right time
Pack up your cares
and follow the stream
Return to your center
at the heart of this dream