Author： Joyce Hemsley

Past fields of green we wander

and on grass of green we lie，

just two lonely people

my true love and I.

And as we travel onward

we see， up in the sky

a Cross all bright and golden

suspended way up high.

It lingers for a moment

then clouds obscure its view

but we have seen it

yes， we've seen it

shining from the Holy City

somewhere up in the Blue.