Rocking chair without a dreamer,
A wooden swing without laughter.
Sandbox without toy soldiers,
Yuletide without the flight.
Dreambound for life.
Flowers wither,
treasures stay hidden
Until I see the first star of fall.
I fall asleep and see it all:
Mother’s care and colour of the kites.
Meadows of Heaven.
~Nightwish~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmXk1UhlIgg