Kemuel Keseiair Resonance

(hm-mmmmm) (ahhh) We carved our names in the ancient wood

Quiet promises we understood

Now the winter wind begins to blow

Cold reflections in the stream below

Oh,

carry me back to the golden light

Where we held the stars against the night

(hold them tight) Do not let the cold wind blow

Footsteps faded on the gravel track

Two young dreamers looking back

We found a language in the quiet spaces

Etched forever on our weary faces

Even if the pathways bend

We will walk until the end (ooh-ooh)

Carry me back...

(back home)