A day of spring in ancient times

A rider so eager and proud

Riding the way the eagles fly

The road in misty shroud

In search for answers that must be there

To solve nature's mystiries

To find out why he is there

All secret to find and see



Night fell over the day

In dark woods - flames!



Four old men sat around a fire

Skyline reflected flames

Telling stories of days passing by

The rider saw their shades in haze

He rode saw to them and told his aim

The old men listened thoughtful on

"Young man listen to what they say

the road goes ever on"



The rider heard their tales

How one sees his fate by a glance

Once in a century that night comes

The night the skyfires dance



Night fell over the day

In the dark woods - flames!



Four old men sat around a fire

Skyline reflected flames

Telling stories of days passing by

The rider saw their shades in haze

He rode saw to them and told his aim

The old men listened thoughtful on

"Young man listen to what they say

the road goes ever on"



"Take thy horse and ride up to the Windhills

There is a lady who helped thee on thy way"

So the rider left to ride with the westwind

Horizon was red - there dawned a new day