Theres a circle of mist
Hanging high on that hill
And a flowerly breath
Keeps it silent and still
And on and on we
go
To hear the old vintage melody
Theres a hole in the sky
Theres a needle of stone
To this top we will fly
Theres a
bringer of hope
Avalon
So we walk this old trail
Kept by spells of a time
Which is on to prevail
And remain the last
line
So were the ones to keep
This for long time waiting symphony
And we walk through this time
Like we know wheres the
light
But all knowledge is lost
In the still of the night
Insist on freedom
Long lasting words
Time heals the
wounded
But sometimes it hurts
