Fall In Love Under The Stars SV (under request)

My grandchildren love to make up stories.
Of princesses and fairy-godmothers.

They love to watch the seasons change.
From green to yellow to dying on the ground.
But I sit on the balcony,
And cry myself to sleep.


{Chorus}
Come meet me on the hillside.
We'll pick dandelions,
Blow the seeds into the wind.
Fall in love again.

We took our first breath.
That kiss was ours
As we stared into the sky.
We fell asleep under the stars.