Lyrics:

Gold caravans
Gently in orbit ride
While high below
On grassed plains I glide

Deep in a well
Walls pink with melody
Mind-shades of straw
On my meadow-lea

High on a hill
Locked in a reverie
Humming and still
On my meadow-lea

Wide-highed-lied-riding on a meadow-lea
Wide-highed-lied-riding on a meadow-lea