Lyrics: ZQ
Music: ZQ
Arranger: ZQ
Midst rock and thicket, flowers doth grow,
'Neath starry sky, hillside doth glow.
At break of day when sun is low,
Through whispering trees, a soft wind blows.
Shadows dance upon the lea,
Embracing all that we can't see.
Midst rock and thicket, flowers doth grow,
'Neath starry sky, hillside doth glow.
Across the moor, the heather sways,
Guiding travelers on their way.