in the shadow of old oaks
in the silence of nature 

in the silence of nature 

Comes the morningWhen I can feelThat there’s nothing left to be concealedMoving on a scene surrealNo, my heart will neverWill never be far from here

Comes the morning
When I can feel
That there’s nothing left to be concealed
Moving on a scene surreal
No, my heart will never
Will never be far from here