The Golden Bough

My longing heart

Is filled with lights

With lost bells

With silver spires and stars

And I will wander very far

Farther than those hills

Farther than the moon

To beg the Lord

"Grant me the Golden Bough"

To give back the soul I had

When I was a child

Ripened with legends

With a blossom crown

And a wooden sword

And thousand dreams

Still to be dreamt