The flowers moving in the wind beneath the borderline the birds are singing in the dusk the song of love and pride the river flows, the deep green trees are dancing wild and free and once again there are these feelings coming over me
Mystery land, mystery land...
The light is squeezing through the clouds to brighten up the night the blood is pounding in my head, the rain is rushing down I like to taste this mystic place, the land is calling me to see the pictures in my mind become reality