I call and I listen,
to the resonance of his soul,
it clouds my clear vision,
of the waning moon of gaia
Dawn fades and I follow,
the winding of the heathen horns,
should I fill with sorrow,
as the forest wakes from it's sleep
Awakening the forest before my
time here comes to an end
for I want to see this beauty
before my mind's eye does transcend
He stands in the clearing,
his fur still sodden with dew,
my time's dissappearing,
soon I'll be with those I have loved
Awakening the forest before my
time here comes to an end
for I want to see this beauty
before my mind's eye does transcend
(Instrumental)
Awakening the forest before my
time here comes to an end
for I want to see this beauty
before my mind's eye does transcend
