Stories tell of magic realms That are buried underground Once upon a time There was a girl wearing the crown Although she lived in bliss and love There was a longing for the earth above For daylight and stars
And so she climbed up high To pass the secret gate Blinded by sunlight her memories fade And no one has ever since seen her again They say her spirit survived
This is the story of Moana’s return
Where am I now? Why did you lead me here? Those rotten walls They scare me, they make me feel That I’ve been here for a long, long time But who is the guard of this hidden shrine?
I am the pan, your servant, your friend I am as old as the trees and the wind And I know you will Remember your name Then I shall take you afar
So carry me down
This is the story of Moana’s return (to) where fairies still live And the moon never dies Where thrones in golden light are waiting This is the tale of her rise and her fall
In the shelter of comforting night You shall be questioned Till your spirit revives And I’ll be there to guide you through What are you waiting for, girl? Just get it done
One: do recover the key from the toad Two: get the dagger, but don’t touch the fruit And three: spill the blood of a poor little boy
So carry me down
This is the story of Moana’s return…
The distance is fading The breathing gets low (and she falls) Nobody else in this place But her and the faun
This is the story of Moana’s return (to) where fairies still live And the moon never dies Where thrones in golden light are waiting This is the tale Remember the tale This is the tale Of her rise and her fall