A long time ago a song began
Into a story the words did weave
And they became
A road winding in the stars
No one to hear
No one to see
Only the moon
Only the sun
And as a road winding in the stars
The story made its way right here
And stopped here
In my hands
No one to hear
No one to see
Only the moon
Only the sun
The song and me
The words fell onto the mountain tops so the clouds devoured them
And carried them again to the streams, to the rivers
To the lakes and the song stopped here, in my hands
And yet the words, the fog, the dawn
Were going on forever
So I was waiting for the song's end
Lost in this one moment of small eternities
Now beneath the grove
Only two of us sit
Me and the song
No one else to hear
Or to see