It is a story
About the old
From a dream
An ordinary lie
Or truth
For those who want to hear it
By an oak-tree
Foresaken
A child lies
On a wool scarf
And the dozing tree
Is stretching its branches
"Cradling the child
Right against itself"
Can you hear from up above?
This song like a symphony
Will they remain closed
The gates to heaven?
The child is falling asleep
Closed eyes
So far from his home
All the stars in the sky
Are to watch over him together
From the dead of the night
"Cover the child up
With a silver overcoat"
Can you hear from up above?
This song like a symphony
Will they remain closed
The gates to heaven?
Can you hear from up above?
This song like a symphony
Will they remain closed
The gates to heaven?
Messire Wind
I beg you
Hear my cause
Since you blow outside
Lead the child
On the breeze's back
"Take the child
Into his crib"
Can you hear from up above?
This song like a symphony
Will they remain closed
The gates to heaven?
Can you hear from up above?
This song like a symphony
Will they remain closed
The gates to heaven?