I've ran with the wind now,
I've danced with stream,
I've listened to mountains,
The depths of the dream.

Through the doors of the Great Night,
I've leapt to the fray
To the wilderness inside,
To the Infibite Day

And there [bad word] With our own titan blood,
Memory feeding,
The Songs of the Wood!

And if I found that all is naught, in [bad word] I'll smile
Just where I'll go I cannot know, so think awhile
In ligh I walk, arn slow to talk, so look inside
There see the place of timeless space...
The Starry Heart.

I've caught all the stars now,
The weight of the leaves
Breathed in the moonlight
Child of the Eaves.

I've swam with the old roots
Deep in earthly still
Played the songs of old now
Through the Hollow Hills

And if I found that all is naught, in [bad word] I'll smile
Just where I'll go I cannot know, so think awhile
In ligh I walk, arn slow to talk, so look inside
There see the place of timeless space...
The Starry Heart.