A pool reflects the passage of the morn
Young women smile anew, now the children have been born
And on the fields appear their fathers fading in the Sun
It's time to live the dream, now the vision has begun
Our lives we spend by running with the deer
The Earth has given bessing, the time that we lived here
The rhythm, which pulses, like waving of the rye
As heading for tomorrow is a message in the sky
Ours are the meadows and forests of the land
New colours and sounds weave a pattern where we stand
Of places untouched, a kingdom of our own
Until the Sun goes down and our time has outgrown
