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...