The golden strands of a young girl's hairnmade a gorgeous fieldnand I lay down in it.nI smelled the snow in the sky.nOh I, I beckoned the angels to comenand leave their shapes with me. I said, if younreally try, you can almost see the strandsnof a young girl's hairnin this field,nwhere everything is golden.nnA foreign land with a foreign tonguencalled me to its shore,nfar from anything I'd known.nIt spoke in words I couldn't understand.nBut I still found my way.nAnd up the rocks I climbed,ntil I chanced upon a, a gorgeous fieldnwhere a gorgeous child stood.nI saw the angels there,noh where everything was golden.nnI realized I was a fool for thinkingnthat I was in a different place.