Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your eyes And when they open, the sun will rise. Down in the meadow, under the snow, April is teaching green things to grow. Here your dreams are sweet And tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you. Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes And when again they open, the sun will rise. When Mr West Wind howls in a glade, Old Mr Summer nods in the shade.