Eyes closed, the hum of an an empty mind
Lost and orphaned thoughts wandering
Where is the castle of the past, forest of childhood?
I try to shout to the lost ones, cannot hear them
Once there were fields where fairies danced
came evening, tired of the day, you could join them
The nightingales sang and willow pipes played
I knew the exact path how to get there
(chorus)
Strawberry fields and rusty gates were left behind
when my steed flew above the fens and the watery land
Hooves striking the air in gallop
Oh how I could find the golden valley again
there must still be a place for me amongst the green
so free is the child on her lawn
Now the steed is caught in the swamp, can't fly over anymore
Grey days of worry must've taken the wings away
I turn, with wet feet I must return home
Far, so far away that land of my childhood
How could I run over the watery land
when even my steed slowly sinks in?
I have no faith anymore, that dreams,
tired feet can take me over the fens
(chorus)
Gallop, gallop, gallop my steed
show me the castle, take me over the dark chasm
run back to the forest of childhood
Gallop, gallop, gallop my steed
Fly, jump over the chasm
Find the familiar path of yours
(chorus)
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