On my way To the vision-come-true I enter a galaxy rising And I land on this Brown and green old place Whose wild is giant trees Trees so strong That they never can fall Four suns alight In silver grey sky Wild river flows With rage alive Lions of fire approach me Carved by the wind And the fall of water From the treetops I can see the end of a time Living respectful Low your axe And learn from the trees Second dawn Meet the sylvanlings Passageways into the deep Invitations to explore the forest Lions gales and chambers A tree trunk Larger than a mountain Stands on the top Of this hill Made of rock and mist Living respectful Low you axe And learn from the trees Henceforth I will be always there Planet earth will overcome Men destroyed Scorned and killed their lives But the world is on her way