I've been happy with this life, my dear,
I like how I'm loved, and your heart's so near,
But prepare for the day we part ways,
For even love can't outrun life's decay.
Since I'm old and tired, I realize,
Nature calls me back, through the evening skies,
I'm going to go back to where I belong,
Where the wind sings a sweet, ancient song.
Why don't we meet again, my love?
In the fields where the wildflowers grow above,
Beneath the open sky so blue,
I'll find my way back to you.
The city's light can't calm my soul,
I yearn for the woods, where the rivers roll,
To taste the air, so fresh and fine,
And remember days when you were mine.
I'll build a cabin in the pines so tall,
Listen to the birds, answer their call,
As the seasons change, I’ll remain the same,
Dreaming of the day you’ll whisper my name.
Why don't we meet again, my love?
In the fields where the wildflowers grow above,
Beneath the open sky so blue,
I'll find my way back to you.
Why don't we meet again, my love?
In the fields where the wildflowers grow above,
Beneath the open sky so blue,
I'll find my way back to you.
I'll find my way back to you.