Edenbridge

The dew-drop of dawn
are glaring in morningly light
the silver clouds gone
the indian summer so bright
I hear the piper so nigh
the westerly wind brings his tone
the tree-tops so far in the sky
i follow those traces unknown
And over the valleys i ride
the wild chase a-glow
cause my restless heart's in a constant flow
the bliss of the moment in me