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 onward¹

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.