Walk through the branches
And see into it all
Walk through the branches

And hear mother nature's call
That will rise again


Red leaves from the tree of life
Cast by the wind
Down in the beckoning hollow


Summon the aura
And the species we have seen

Envision a lost world
Before it was torn by hands of man


One time in history
We lived in harmony with the earth
We chanted around the campfires

And gazed into the mysteries of the stars
Wandered across the open plains
To a promised green

Free feet among the whispering grass
That stretches further than the eyes can see


One time in history
We lived in harmony with the earth
We chanted around the campfires

And gazed into the mysteries of the stars
An endless chase for new resources
Constant pace towards the end

As a testament to our forefathers
In our lives we honour them


Travel along the contours
In a landscape with no boundaries
Follow the roads into the unknown

Along the path of our ancestors

From the peak of the mountains

We ponder upon creation
Seasons gone by and seasons to come
Nature is an image of time