Age of Heaven - The Secret

There was a time when only flowers grew on the meadow
Behind a peaceful hill at the end of the field
Every day we met under the apple tree
And we played like children do
Dancing over lush grass
We weren't worried about anything
And dreaming of roses and daffodils
We believed this time would never end
But dark clouds were soon to loom
And lightnings from heaven to crush down that tree
Our garden to be in flames
And the secret was not to live any longer