Fond Memories

In the valleys of green, where the sun sweeps the sky, and the mountains swoop down to the sea. I will never forget the sweet morning-time song, that melody sung unto me. Fond memories here in my heart and my soul, that I ever will cherish and hold, of the times and the fun that I've had through the years. Those memories remind me of you. In the birdsong my heart thrilled, my spirits raised up. The streamlet meandered in bliss. I will never forget those meadow sweet days, when sunlight the clover had kissed. So when I am weary, and down in my heart, to the memories I hold dear I fly. My soul is restored, I find peace once again. I am content just to let clouds go by.