A blanket of green split came of this stone
He threw it away from his shoe and it grew
The horses turn into cows
And sheep lie on the edge of the road
The seas float across this island wind that carries through
The years of all the wandering souls walking on the black mountaintops
A flock of crows head towards the rocks
Eagles hover low above the sea
The vevers only grow at night
And mend to more for size in the dark
The seas float across this island wind that carries through
The years of all the wandering souls walking on the black mountaintops
Now the place that you see may not be
All they seem or the one home
The ancient forest still stands tall
Their roots that lie beneath reach the shore
The seas float across this island wind that carries through
The years of all the wandering souls walking on the black mountaintops
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