The sky was quietly dawning,
a soft sea of lavender fields,
faraway furrowed
by a faint breath breeze,
brushing my face
with new day promise,
a gentle stirring of hope.
All will be well,
All will be well.
The sky was quietly dawning,
a soft sea of lavender fields,
faraway furrowed
by a faint breath breeze,
brushing my face
with new day promise,
a gentle stirring of hope.
All will be well,
All will be well.