The Lark of Life.

In the green fields of Summer I opened my eyes, And dreamed of a time Where I’d climb to the skies, And as I grew up With a song in my heart, I knew it was time For my dream to depart. So I opened my wings And I started on up, For my song was my wine While the air was my cup, And as I looked down To the place I was born, The green fields were bathed In the light of the dawn. Then I sang such a song In the vale of the day, While my spirit kept faith In a strange sort of way, As I kept rising up In my Abbey of blue, I knew it was right And I knew it was true. The world that had borne me Was far, far below, At the birth of my dream In the morning’s soft glow, And my song was aflame With the fire of the sun, As I started back down To where I had begun. I passed through the clouds And my feathers were kissed, With the light Summer rain And the softness of mist, I remembered my birth As I fell through the haze, In those green glowing fields And those soft Summer days. Then all of a sudden I reached earth again, And I looked to the sky As I sought to explain, How the ups and the downs Of a life in the air, Help my heart understand How my life is a prayer…