At the border of the plain where suddenly the forest dies On the first of the Season when Moon will shine full in the sky I will wait for you there bathed-by a magic light I will wait, I will pray

A slight call afar is tempting me Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream I cannot ignore what I've always been I am leaving again - one last time? Laid on the pale scythe of the Moon I play with

For years disguised smiles were the only friends for me for years I thought they were for real I closed my heart and with my hands I fooled myself Leaving me a pearl without a shell Then I wok