Tell me do you see those horses riding in my dreams They say we were made rain rivers and streams Harvest all your thoughts like fields of golden corn In my hand I hold the pollen of the dawn
Walk Quietly Walk Quietly
In the magic of the northern woods I learn Lift your song up to the winds and watch it turn I own nothing I own not even my soul In the silence of the heart all things unfold
Hold your breath from all those voices that are dark Look inside and hear that symphony of harps If we tune them well the forest it will sing Behold this song of many queens and kings