Go high in the sky oh moon of Spring I think of you and within me I am complete. Run through the vacant fields to me you light breeze. I think of you, I murmur your name; and you are not me: I am happy. Tomorrow she’ll come with me picking flowers in the field, And I will walk with you in the fields seeing-you and pick flowers. I already see you tomorrow picking flowers with me through the fields, This will be her truth and joy will be in me. ---------------- ----------------- //EXTENDED VERSION - (Outro - Repeated Part) This will be her truth and joy will be in me.