Here'S A Meadow Full Of Sunshine Ripe Grasses Lush And High; There'S A Reaper On The Roadway, And A Lark Hangs In The Sky. There'S A Nest Of Love Enclosing Three Little Beaks That Cry; The Reapers In The Meadow And A Lark Hangs In The Sky. Here'S A Mead All Full Of Summer, And Tragedy Goes By With A Knife Amongst The Grasses, And A Song Up In The Sky.