Lyrics
In the land of golden trees,
Where the wind sings its melodies.
Lives a man, on the shore,
With no need for more.
And he sleeps on the riverside
With his silent mind open wide
He hears what they mean
The voices of the stream
So read my reflections
And hear what they're whispering for
Oh take me to your river
And teach me to worry no more
"Not" a story that's not been told
The man keeps growing old
And he sees it all as one
In the water, in the sun
In the land of fallen leaves
Sits that man underneath the trees
And he'll take me when he goes
Wherever the water flows
Now read my reflection
And hear what it's whispering for
Take me to your river
And teach me to worry no more