The song of blood, the song of snow.
In cliffs are waves on ocean shores.
The rain on moorland flows as streams
A thousand generations hence.
The song of forests, song of caves.
A home you made, a love you built.
The questions you forgot to ask.
The truth of birds which sing at dawn.
The song of stories, song of hearts.
The boat which drifts, the sadness born.
A simple meal in alpine fields.
The door which you have left unlocked.
The song she sang when she was free:
The song of rivers, lakes and seas.