Where are the days calling to treat the path?
Is there any way to lead me through again?
I wonder if the tales are true
Sailing over the wind
Telling the stories through
Midnight dark and pale morn
Sweet heather dew
Longing for a soul’s song
Over the sea deep and blue
I wander across the lands of mountains high and cold
Passionate dreams untold
Dwelling still within
Longing for one sight of never-fading blue
Sweet heather dew
Over the sea
Over the blue
I long to see
Where your silent dream will come to me
I will pray for the far hills
Hiding deep my dear dreams
And long-forgotten tales
Where dwell green dales
As far as I long to
Lands of sweet heather and dew
Lost tides caressing upon the blue
Call still to my heart crying for old tales of true
Making me believe in fate coiling around with a name of you