Dancing hazily in a misty field drifting,
lost on the endless tide of memory and feeling,
passion wandering like gulls upon the beach head,
up in the clouds I hear the sound of thunder raging.
Making headway through the lands of silver chaos,
noise and madness, hustle bustle how I feel lost,
bring me back to the world of quiet nature,
bring me back now to the cradle of the mother.
Water flowing how it calms my restless spirit,
birds are whisting soungs of praise and joy so softly,
how this place is such a wonder how I know it,
I want to stay in here forever how it knows me.
Rejoice in the quite solace and the comfort,
cool and soft and joyous lands of whispering evergleam,
flowers growing in the breeze it is so hazy,
This land is good and plentiful such is how I deem.
So pull away I do from land of silver madness,
with wandering feet and roaring voices so unfriendly,
Back to the home of which I love such warmth and gladness,
usher me back to this place wind carry me swiftly.