歌词
It felt like I was dreaming
It felt like I was dreaming
Over the moon
Over the three moons
I stood there with my mother
My mother and another
Touching the salt
Touching the pink salt
In the ravine, in the ravine
Premonitions of home
Not far from my own
I'll let my dreams lead the way
I'll let my dreams lead me
To the Ravine, to the ravine
Written by: Dylan B Nowik, Elizabeth C Ibarra
