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ACROSS THE MEADOW

ACROSS THE MEADOW Written and produced by Michael Stewart Across the Meadow is a meditation in melody — a quiet walk through nature that becomes a deeper reflection on emotional peace. The song unfolds like a soft spring morning, where colour, sound, and feeling blend into something almost dreamlike. From its opening line — “A gentleness glows spills, across the meadow soft colours blend like memories” — your placed is in a landscape that is both physical and emotional. The meadow is not just grass and wildflowers; “soft colours” recollections and half-remembered moments. Throughout the song, there is a recurring tension between solitude and connection. The repeated phrase “Don’t walk alone” is an instruction and whispers within — a reminder that even in solitude, we long for presence, understanding, and shared stillness. The French verses deepen this reflective quality: “Je marche seul, je me sens seul. Je marche seul.” I walk alone, I feel alone. I walk alone. “Les chansons sont de belles chansons à mes côtés.” The songs are beautiful songs beside me. These lines express a quiet loneliness, yet not an empty one. Music becomes companionship. Even in solitude, there are melodies walking beside you - I'm there with you. Later, the imagery expands: “Ces douces mélodies sont comme un arc-en-ciel de sons. Je souhaite, oh je souhaite.” These sweet melodies are like a rainbow of sounds. I wish, oh I wish. The “rainbow of sounds” is emotional colour, a healing power of music. It echoes the meadow’s palette — yellows, greens, soft whites — and ties nature to sound, sound to memory, and memory to longing. The meadow is a sanctuary from the pressures of the world: “No steps no tense no world of work For you just a meadow a dream glow.” Here, I'm about simplicity. There should be No deadlines. No noise. Just daisies, grass, sunlight, and the act of noticing. I'm looking at you I'm there with you. The line “Thinking of me and you in my meadow” hints that while you walk alone, you are never entirely without me in your thoughts. The final bilingual refrain adds another layer: “Une douce lueur se répand.” A gentle glow spreads. That glow is peace. It is acceptance. It is the understanding that the simplest moments — the quiet ones — are often the most profound. You are my girl. Across the Meadow is a beauty of stillness a solitude without despair and celebrates nature as a place that softens the spirit while it rests. The meadow becomes both refuge and mirror — reflecting longing, healing, and the quiet hope that even when you walk alone, you are accompanied by song, by me by memory, and never far from my thoughts. LYRIC A gentleness glows spills, Across the meadow soft colours fill blend like memories Half remembered as wildflowers stretch and bend Don’t walk alone alone don’t walk alone Whispering listening as delicate wings buzz about me I’m drifting from flower to flower Blue skies under a spring shower I’m feeling the calm of my day and I’m aware of the simplest moments Are the peaceful moments When I rest in my meadow Oh yellow yellow sunsets Je marche seul, je me sens seul. Je marche seul. Les chansons sont de belles chansons à mes côtés I wish for more from my day like today A day of meadows colour my memories I wish for more from my day Je marche seul, je me sens seul. Je marche seul. Les chansons sont de belles chansons à mes côtés Sweet sounds Ces douces mélodies sont comme un arc-en-ciel de sons. Je souhaite, oh je souhaite I walk alone, I feel alone. I walk alone. The songs are beautiful songs beside me. Sweet sounds sweet sounds these sweet melodies are like a rainbow of sounds. I wish, oh I wish. A gentleness glows spills, A gentleness glows Across the meadow soft colours blend like memories Half remembered half remembered as wildflowers stretch and bend Don’t walk alone, don’t walk alone don’t walk alone I wish oh I wish I wish Sound drops mirror this mirror a white fence No steps no tense no world of work For you just a meadow a dream glow A green of white daisies yellow hello In a meadow a soft green of grass pick one two Thinking of me and you in my meadow A gentleness glows spills, Une douce lueur se répand, Across the meadow soft colours blend like memories Half remembered as wildflowers stretch and bend Don’t walk alone don’t walk alone Whispering listening As delicate wings drift from flower to flower