Underneeth the blooming trees.
Walking dreaming, dreaming about things
that will come.
Dreams that never camed true.
Walking with the silences.
In this silence the sun begins to shine.
Straight through the blooming trees.
In this silence no longer a heart of stone.
But a crystal light that shines in me.
No longer lonely, but free.
Because the light that shines in me.
A wonder just for me, but specially for those
with a heart of stone.
On just a day in May,
The sun shines for you and me.
Not lonely anymore, only the silences and the sun.
On just a day in may,
The sun shines for you and me.
A wonder just for me,
But specially for those.
With a heart of stone.