There
On a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool
Where is the path she lead
To shield save ourselves everything
And tear our robes on angels wings
There
Now I try so hard to concentrate
On a clear rule
Where the path we made
To free ourselves from endless dreams
To lay our eyes on holy scenes
There
On a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool
Where is the path she lead
To shield save ourselves everything
And tear our robes on angels wings
There
Now I try so hard to concentrate
On a clear rule
Where the path we made
To free ourselves from endless dreams
To lay our eyes on holy scenes
Now I find so hard to concentrate
Now I find so hard to concentrate
Thank god for the summer
Thank god I was everything I wanna be
Thank god I had ears to hear, songs to sing, hands to hold
Thank god I was everything I'd ever need