Lyrics Meadow Child - Charlene Soraia

He's still a meadow child, one of the sun
I stay in the shadow until he returns
And comes back to me

I write him postcards and letters
And he always does reply
And tells me sweet tales
Of his pastoral life

He comes back to me

I wrote postcards
He comes back to me

He's still a meadow child, one of the sun
I stay in the shadow until he returns
And comes back to me