Bright is the source As it runs from the ground Of earth and grass and leaves Bright is the creek As it rolls through the fields And gathers and brings and leaves Bright were your eyes As they gazed at the sea And filled with the blue and the green What have they seen When I woke up I was not scared This is what I entered There was a forrest with a lake And standing by my side A man I knew so well Waiting with our horses I knew, like in a spell I came across last night He was saddling to go Heading where the woods are And I would follow in a row Never left alone And we all got on so well A travel filled with banter Easing the farewell I slowly left behind Bright is the source As it runs from the ground Of earth and grass and leaves What has it seen?