In the meadow cattle graze br Above the field the morning haze br Does drift upon late summer days br And cloaks the distant hills. br br In the meadow butterflies br Do float across the morning skies br Now as the early sun does rise br Above the distant hills. br br In the meadow by the farm br The air is still and there is calm br Amid its beauty and its charm br Beneath the distant hills. br br In the meadow flowers grow br Far and wide and high and low br And where a little brook does flow br Down from the distant hills.