At night I heard the owls say :
"Find the truth beneath the stars
You'll have to travel back to heaths of
...The entrance to the oak woods will be revealed to you
A king will tell you to ride until..."
the leaves on the trees from black colour turn to green
There to find the oak woods I seek, where the old oaks still speak
night I heard the old king say:
"To find your journey through the dark
You'll have to travel on a field of green"
time dark landscapes leave their place to grasslands of joy
Bestowed to ancient oak woods here I ...
astonished by green, light of power covers me
To understand the nature of man I have now to speak with the trees.
In my life I
always prayed the ancients acting with pure honesty
This is time to face the truth so here I go
Running through the woods I
question every plant and every tree
Searching for the answer that was promised to me
Then the full moon comes out and the wind
whispers in my ear :
"Ask for White Willow near the Silver Lake"...
-The fire in my heart was burning like the
flames of ancient times
White Willow with his knowledge opened up my eyes
-The vision of the world I had before was based on
White Willow taught me how to live my life with truth
And there it stands the only White Willow tree
embraced me and he told me to gaze at the stars!
The wise old tree twice spoke to me and he said :
"Bring truth to the ones that
And make them believe that I still exist"
So he closed his eyes and I traveled back home
Back to my world, home I
And the birds cry out "The old king has died"
With tears in my eyes I follow my heritage :
Now I am to be new
-Green power light was flowing down my eyes like
waters from the falls
White Willow filled my
heart with lore I now recall (lore I now recall!)
-The black horizons once I saw now turn to white as I pass by
And now I know why
man can't bear to know the nature of the truth
[Narrator:] and there it stands, the only white willow tree
leaves and a sweet old voice
He embraced me, hard as rock
and he told me, gaze at the stars
In the light I still see, the
only willow tree
I'm living on, the dream he shared with me
Sometimes I can still see, the good old speaking tree
His voice like
ambrosia's flowing deep in me