Quiet singing comes forth from the meadow, a tune and a song, acoustics born from nothing but light and air.
" I ᗯOᑎ'T ᒪOSᕮ ᕼOᑭᕮ...
I ᗯOᑎ'T ᒪOSᕮ ᑕOᑌᖇᗩGᕮ ...
ᗩᑎᗪ I ᗯIᒪᒪ ᖴᗩᗪᕮ TO GOᒪᗪ ...
Oᖇ ᗯOᖇSᕮ, TO SᕼᗩᗪOᗯ ...
'ᑕᗩᑌSᕮ Iᖴ ᕮᐯᕮᖇYOᑎᕮ'S GOᑎᕮ, I ᗪOᑎ'T ᗯᗩᑎT TO ᗷᕮ ᕼᕮᖇᕮ ...
I ᗪOᑎ'T ᗯᗩᑎT TO ᗷᕮ ... ᒪᕮᖴT ..."
ᗩᒪOᑎᕮ. "

















