The wind runs down
Down the quiet river
The boy wades in
to his knees
 
Pale is the skin
of his feet
A man will he become
to be
 
The grass stands high
And so tender
A promise to remember
 
The wind is calm
it went to sleep again
With the boy
In fairyland
 
Living someone else's dream
Will he someday
understand
 
The night is clear, jewels up high
His own wishing pearl
gave it to his only girl