Once there was a boy back in time of the heathens

Day after day he just kept dreaming things that would make him weaker

His father could not make him see, that there is more than dreams

But he wouldn't listen to the words of his father, 'cause he's a little dreamer



Along his quest for solitude

A wise man came and told him to follow the stars



He ran to the forest with whirlwinds by his side

He's lost in this world of lies

Take him back where rivers flow upwards

He is the one who lives

under a moonless sky looking for time

Take him back where stars are shining bright



Far in the lands of icetop mountains far on the other side

pictures are appearing so serenely into my mind

Far in the lands of meadows of fire deep in forgotten life

memories are drifting away so silently from light



Along his path of misery

A wise man came and told him to follow... the stars

Little Dreamer...