Have you ever tak’en to runnin’ across a thick grass field at dusk?
To sprint alone unaware there ain’t no ever, no end,
The fall leaves they be a turnin’, but I’m a child so I’m not aware,
Summer fireflies they long be gone, but the scent of cattle hay rolled into thick bales now be ready for the winter barn,
As I chase that yellow sun settin’ at the evenin’ point,
I chase it ‘till I have no more air in my maturing lungs,
And I wonder,
But then I fall into the Kentucky Bluegrass,
I be rollin’ and turnin’ within my blue green reed blanket,
And I remember the moment I felt perfect love.