In the deep of your heart I heard a whisper I feel the silent breath of a hidden folk
Mother forest your life Seems so asleep in the mist Of your green embrace
The dying fire of Beltane is caught In the tender dawn And the falcon spreads its wings To the awakening sun There's immediate life between the leaves Shining of dew Here I'm lying waiting for a sign
Still in the daylight He stands so proud The king of deers Is ready for the fight For the fight...
