In the still of morning light
Where the dew begins to shine
I walk alone through fields of grace with no more plans than time
No roads to take no need to speak just winds that softly blow
I find a kind of quiet love where the gentle flowers grow

And the sky is white the breeze is sweet the earth is warm beneath my feet
No words are needed
I just know there's peace where quiet flowers grow
The green the gold the silver hue it all feels fresh it all feels true
And every breath moves soft and slow where the gentle flowers grow

A robin sings in maple shade the stream hums low and clear
Each sound each scent each little leaf reminds me I belong here
I watch the petals dance in light as if they somehow know
There's nothing more I need to be where the gentle flowers grow

And the sky is white the breeze is sweet the earth is warm beneath my feet
No words are needed
I just know there's peace where quiet flowers grow
The greenthe gold the silver hue it all feels fresh it all feels true
And every breath moves soft and slow
Where the gentle flowers grow

Perhaps the world is meant to be a place of still simplicity
A moment here a tender light a day that gently turns to night
So let the world rush past and fade
I'll rest here in the dappled shade
No need for more
I've come to know
My soul is where the flowers grow