Once there was a boy back in of the heathens Day after day he just kept dreaming things that would make weaker His father could not make him see, that there is more than dreams But he wouldn't listen to the words his father, 'cause he's a little dreamer
Along quest for solitude A wise man came and told him to follow the stars
He to the forest with whirlwinds by his side He's lost in this world of lies Take him back where rivers flow upwards He is the one lives under a moonless sky looking time Take him back where stars are shining bright
Far in the lands of icetop mountains far on the other side pictures are so serenely into my mind Far in the of meadows of fire deep in forgotten life memories are drifting away so silently from light
Along his path misery A wise man came and told him to follow... the stars Little Dreamer...