My heart lies abroad
Hidden in the northern sea
Where no one will ever find it
And no one will, will find me
My skin is embedded
In mountains and the sky
But then it will be found and taken
By some unknown eyes
My hands just held
For a while the ancient sun
Soon by full access of power
Frightened I escaped on the run
Will golden dawn ever come?
Think flowers in the evening sun
And gestures totally wrong
The golden dawn is still to come.
