Jazz Temple Rock

Lost in the green of the ancient woods

Tracing the steps where the kingdom stood

A quiet wind is calling out your name

Beneath the stones the magic wakes

With every single breath it takes (ahhhh)

Rise to the light,

hold the blade high

Under the wide and ancient sky Time will return what we lost

in the wild (yeah)

Shadows may fall on the mountain side

But there is a fire we cannot hide

An open path where the heroes go

Through the cycle, through the age Write the ending on the page

Lost in the green...

We find the way home... (ooooh)