Theres a circle of mist
Hanging high on that hill
And a flowerly breath
Keeps it silent and still
And on and on we go
To hear the old vintage melody

Theres a hole in the sky
Theres a needle of stone
To this top we will fly
Theres a bringer of hope
Avalon

So we walk this old trail
Kept by spells of a time
Which is on to prevail
And remain the last line
So were the ones to keep
This for long time waiting symphony

And we walk through this time
Like we know wheres the light
But all knowledge is lost
In the still of the night

Insist on freedom
Long lasting words
Time heals the wounded
But sometimes it hurts