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