What are you so afraid of?

Why are you feeling scared?
What's the worst that's gonna happen?
Standing in the meadow,
with sunlight in your eye,
and a sense of so much sorrow.
You say maybe a plane will fall from the sky,
maybe your lover will lie,
and I before your eyes.
It's too early to say,
it's too early to say goodnight.
It's too early to read,
it's too early to read by the firelight.