歌词
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
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