Edenbridge

the fallen leaps are withered
the cycle of the seasons takes it's turn
the northwinds blowin' over the land
the heart of spring is waiting to return
and the glacial winds are breathing one more time
for the birds of passage now the hours chime
the winter winds are leaving
desolation seems to have a meanwhile end
by a long forgotten feeling I believe
in the dream of a summer's eve
the snow-capped mountains gleaming
like the ocean in aurora fades away