And the morning came...
The mourning did tear me,
the suns red light showing the way
to a better day.
And I flew with the swans,
flying high above the clouds.
No God where to be seen.
The beautiful swans flew...
Flew across the sky
Across the sky
And the morning came...
The mourning did tear me,
the suns red light showing the way
to a better day.
And I flew with the swans,
flying high above the clouds.
No God where to be seen.
The beautiful swans flew...
Flew across the sky
Across the sky