(©Aradia 2002)
In the wide land of dreams
Full of fantasy
Still are some whispers waiting to be heard
Of the herds of the trees
Entings they were
Entings they are
Slowly awaken from their sleep
A passion for trees
So undefined, so strong
Marching out of Forlong
With them I shall travel
Cradled softly by branches
Far over the star-lit horizon
Our destined path awakes
Dragons in my dreams
Telling stories of lands
Where the trees still speak of the past
Another day yet to come
'Till they ever reach their home
To where the trees still speak my name
Falling in dreams, much I have slept
Waking now under the gleaming Sun
I look upon the age-old faces
Of the wisest beings in Middle-Earth
Rest now in ease
Rest now in peace
Far we've travelled long
Plant now your roots
Deep in the grounds
In earth untouched by Men
My journey has done, I will be gone
Still the Road goes on and on
Much mysteries I've seen, marvels I watched
But never such as this
Dragons in my dreams
Telling stories of lands
Where the trees still speak of the past
Another day yet to come
'Till they ever reach their home
To where the trees still speak my name
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