To you I'll tell a tale
Of a wish lost in a well
A hidden spring, a wounded deer
A broken crow
Oh my love, on my way back home
My love the wind that weaves
The scent of eucalyptus trees
I was so tired, I fell so far
Down through the trees
Maeve look inside
In the sweet countryside
I'm torn in two
And the map leads to you
Strange it did seem
I stood alone in this dream
I flew so high
Above the trees