Once there was a boy back in time of the heathens 
Day after day he just kept dreaming things that would 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 his father, 'cause he's a little dreamer 

Along his quest for solitude 
wise man came and told him to follow the stars 

He ran 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 who lives 
under a moonless sky looking for time 
Take him back where stars are shining bright 

Far in the lands of icetop mountains far on the other side 
pictures are appearing so serenely into my mind 
Far in the lands of meadows of fire deep in forgotten life 
memories are drifting away so silently from light 

Along his path of misery 
wise man came and told him to follow... the stars 
Little Dreamer...