Can a knife cut through your still water? Aho, Aho, Aho In the mountain hides a sweet daughter Aho, Aho, Aho Like a bird I fly through the ages Aho, Aho, Aho And this is how I turn back my pages
Everything under, the rain and the thunder they pull Melodies open, the bird it has spoken in full Down on the river, the boat man delivered the name And now I repeat it to swallow the secret untamed
Aho, Aho, Aho
Can a knife cut through your still water? Aho, Aho, Aho In the mountain hides a sweet daughter Aho, Aho, Aho Like a bird I fly through the ages Aho, Aho, Aho And this is how I turn back my pages
Turn it back, turn it back Back when the sweet moon song never lacked Back when the land was filled with warriors Sweet euphoria, that was a fact Back when I never ever counted those leaves on the trees We jumped those seas Back when the fable was strong All night long Back when the love was the key, you see Well the boat man gave me a name Now I repeat it, constantly feed it I need it, all wise men seek it In my heart I keep it Now that the earth is turning real fast I hold on strong just to make it all last This storm, it soon shall pass Give thanks and praise at last The house of song is ash Birbal whispers from my past Tell them all the bird is leaving it's cage Heard that word from a great great sage On a different page I don't speak hollow These words are full, come follow And if you seek tomorrow The rains will wash your sorrow