Moon on the Meadow bugs in our ears Smoke in our eyes, wetwood and tears Up on the meadow water somewhere We were the only one's there. Wild horses, Rushing dry lake and peak finding a love that everyone seeks hiking for rainbow, sunset, and stars just finding out who you are We will return here one lucky day our hearts will guide us they know the way people in citys don't understand faling in love with the land Moon on the meadow bugs in our ears Smoke in our eyes, wetwood and tears Up on the meadow water somewhere With you my friend I am their.
CommentMy favorite slow camp song
Song ContributorJessica Wrubel
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