Beneath the nimbus, a rainy day
I've gathered all my sunny days,
For pleasure's a thousand miles away
And the troubles ahead, now I must face.
The lilacs, the lilies, the jack-in-the-pulpits
The green fields, so calm, so serene, so placid,
I'm leaving everything, oh I must've lost my wits
'Cause my fortune's to take my miserable lead.
As I journeyed along the roads and thorns
There on my sides are foxes that scorn,
Leaping across and behind my soul
But I hold on tight to my dreams and goal.
Now I have travelled long enough to die
But until where would this misery of mine lie?
If I'll take the apple from the mad serpent by his lies
Will I ever come to my Father's paradise?
It's easy to think of what and where you want to be
But the hardest part's when you still never see,
The reason, and where would all of these lead you
And in your struggle, still you never find a clue.
Oh I don't know if in this voyage I could still stand
For now, all I want to do is rest on the bottomland,
And see the azure sky fall upon my face
And dream way long of a fairytale-like place.