| Song | Fragile Meadow |
| Artist | The Black Atlantic |
| Album | Reverence for Fallen Trees |
| Woman, | |
| Tranquilly laboring at all love's cultivation | |
| I do believe | |
| I am fortunate to have met you | |
| Woman, | |
| How ephemeral our grace is in these wind stricken plains | |
| But I do believe | |
| It is our fate to reside here | |
| Away from the mountains of youth and safety | |
| In a fragile meadow | |
| (We build our home) | |
| Woman, | |
| I see you bloom in this sun that we have shaped | |
| I do believe | |
| You are my companion and lover | |
| Through our rains and wintry phases | |
| I have come to love you for you |