Into that golden morning
Stars still burning
I'm returning
Where the moon still whispers
Through the thistles
In sweet yearning
I will see you there
The wind drying your hair
The fairest of the fair
Through this majestic moonlight
I am guided
Far and away
I will take the straight road
Through the darkness
To find the day
Take heed western wind
Bring me back again
To the innocence I spent
Inside that misty garden
I will hear you
Calling my name
Confined by fatal flowers
I'll find you
Among them the same
Your roots running deep
I'll pray your soul to keep
Long before I try to sleep
Under those branches twisted
You'll be lifted
Up with the dew
Then the barren mountain
I'll abandon
For to find you
And if the fog breaks
I'll pray my soul to take
And see you when I awake
