Child hold your tongue, 
Your time has come, 
Sure as the mistral blows beneath the rising sun.
A new dawn broods with each new moon, 
Oh Child of the evergreen you'll shine amidst the gloom.


You've found a breeze that's lifting you higher, 
You've found a love that's stoking a fire in You.
And no-one can ever steal your throne, 
Your final foe, you feet they must let go.