Heavenly Days

G. Bachlund

I come down to earth from heavens above,

To fatherly arms and mother's love.

I come down by birth from heavens on high,

To walk here below a heavenly sky.

Now I walk through hours and I walk through days,

With the pains and pleasures of earthly ways.

But I dream of when there were heavenly days.

Heavenly days before birth, with stars all ablaze.

Those heavenly days.