All green yards
Upon the hill
We made yarns of golden will
All green yards
Upon the hill
We made yarns of golden will
All the stars we around
We feel
All the trees we found
A spell
The wave moves
To reach the sand
Walk the shore
To find the land
Then all turn around
A wheel
Make we feel that all
Is real
Can we sing
the same old spell?
Making gold
From all we feel!
Can we sing
the same old spell?
Making gold
From deep in hell
We made love
And found ourselves
We are sure
We are feeling real
