so long before our time
a forgotten land, banned from our minds
rests somewhere in my soul
the longings in my heart
moving back on these old paths
more stronger than terresrial life
my path will go ever on
over rocks and under trees
by caves, where never sun has shone
by streams, that never find the sea
over snow by winter sown
and through merry flowers of june
over grass over stone
and under mountains in the moon
my path goes ever on
under clouds and under stars
my feets were gone for long
turn at least to home afar
eyes, that fire and swords have seen
and battles in the halls of stone
look at least on meadows green
and trees and hills they long have known
