The leaves are smashed 
on the riverside
The trees are burning and 
they’re crying bright
A pale face waves through 
the chasing clouds
Like a drunkard who is just 
blacking out

Where is this place, 
this vivid shady land
Where young lovers go 
and walk hand in hand
There we will be in our 
fate of being blind
And there we will dance 
and make love with our mind
Oh vivid shady land

The leaves have landed on 
the riverwaves
The trees are staring like 
crosses on their graves
The pale face is wasted, 
there’s a glorious sun
The drunkard is sleeping, 
a new day is born

Why, tell me why must this 
come to and end?
Where is the keeper of the 
key to this land?
We’re ready to pay for the 
dews of this sight
So we sure will pay before 
we die inside
Oh vivid shady land

The leaves are smashed 
on the riverside
The trees are burning and 
they’re crying bright
A pale face waves through 
the chasing clouds
Like a drunkard who is just 
blacking out

Where is this place, 
this vivid shady land
Where young lovers go 
and walk hand in hand
There we will be in our 
fate of being blind
And there we will dance 
and make love with our mind
Oh vivid shady land