I come from the island of mountains and the sun
White village and the dark green trees all around
I sleep in the peaceful shade, like a child
In dreams I don't mind being young, I look up and say
"Mother, I have sun in my eye"
These stones in my hand were once washed by the sea
And once there rose Silent Towers on the hill
Sweet prince in the slow dying dance through the years
He moves to the stage with his flowers,
memorising his ways, and bows straight at you
White village and the dark green trees all around
I sleep in the peaceful shade, like a child
In dreams I don't mind being young, I look up and say
"Mother, I have sun in my eye"
These stones in my hand were once washed by the sea
And once there rose Silent Towers on the hill
Sweet prince in the slow dying dance through the years
He moves to the stage with his flowers,
memorising his ways, and bows straight at you