Shimmering winds softly speak what we find, what we seek faith in magic, belief in trust shows whats fair, whats unjust
A month, a day, maybe a year or maybe upon an autumn tear we'll find the moon, and the sun and be immortal, and be one
We are immortal faithful fateful we are final we are one we are one
Leaves fly away sinful to stay but we need them not for we won't leave this spot drift away into the sun with thoughts of none fade away as we stay one