Child of the Mud and Meadow

Still here a child of the mud and meadow
With sunshine curls and eyes of darkest pine
There’s one from whom our hopes and dreams will grow.

With feet that dance unclad in hardship’s snow,
And lips that choose on songs and smiles to dine
Still here a child of the mud and meadow.

Though fear may set the fire of hell aglow,
And stars of death and lawless dearth align,
There’s one from whom our hopes and dreams will grow.

The bliss of innocence only to know
Though hate and greed their carnage intertwine,
Still here a child of the mud and meadow.

Through crumbling worlds or valley of Shadow,
Biding so safe in nature’s quiet shrine,
There’s one from whom our hopes and dreams will grow.

In smog of war and wave of sickness’ woe,
While feet in grass do run, this peace is mine -
Still here, a child of the mud and meadow,
There’s one from whom our hopes and dreams will grow.