White woman in the mist,
longing in the face,
feels like from the deep,
someone speaks to her.
And she feels the words,
gentle like a hand
that caresses the soul,
strange and yet familiar.
And the voice says rather quietly to her:
I know your wishes, come with me.
And she stands down at the river.
There the light of the city is no more to be seen
and the sky is unbelievably beautiful.
Time to Avalon to go
and she gets in the boat.
Can already see the light
on the other shore/side
and the sky is unbelievably beautiful.
Time to Avalon, to Avalon to go.
Where the old willow
almost touches the water,
there the journey begins,
that leads to the other shore/side.