Once there were golden flowers and emerald leaves
And elven laughter among the trees
The thud of their dancing footsteps
Upon the ground
Thud, thud, thud...
Now all the leaves have turned to gold
And there are only footprints where they used to dance
The air is silent
With the memory of their laughter
Remember...
But sometimes you can see them
Dancing in your dreams
And if you listen to the western sea breeze
You can hear the echo of their laughter
Listen...
Echo, echo, echo...
