There’s a circle of mist Hanging high on that hill And a flowerly breath Keeps it silent and still And on and on we go To hear the old vintage melody
There’s a hole in the sky There’s a needle of stone To this top we will fly There’s a bringer of hope Avalon
So we walk this old trail Kept by spells of a time Which is on to prevail And remain the last line So we’re the ones to keep This for long time waiting symphony
And we walk through this time Like we know where’s the light But all knowledge is lost In the still of the night
Insist on freedom Long lasting words Time heals the wounded But sometimes it hurts