JUNIPER HEATH
Deep in the forest we searched for a song,
far beneath the old trees crowned with golden leafs.
Looked for adventures in light woodland realms,
ran with wolves and called us the woods’ kings and queens,
Reached for the branches high above our heads,
Never lavished a thought to the end of our play.
Sweet dream, a fair melody,
harken the sound of the nightingales tale.
Sweet dream, who could believe,
We were the kin of the stars.
From red leafs we built autumn crowns as we seeked,
secret paths through the rye and juniper heath.
Followed a fawn in the underwoods lair,
but the crystallize roe rested dead by the stream.
A lament we sung as we buried its bones,
and the infinite sky was a bit farther away.
Sweet dream, a fair melody,
remember the bittersweet nightingales tale.
Sweet dream, who could believe,
We were the kin of the stars.
Songwriting | Producing | Master: Alex Vay