Testo Esoterica

With the wind the willow tree Reminds me how I long to be Every sound a mystery That calls us out upon our mystic trip On our mystic trip And when it comes to luck, you're on side Our wandering soul is where it hides All around, the ground below We float on cries until we're close On our mystic trip And when it comes to change, the drear shies We travel through romancing skies Beyond fields of caring now Where circumstance will show us how Further than a hope can see into the world Of wish set free On our mystic trip (On our mystic trip)