a song about children, aging, death, birth. Lyrics: Children of the mist

Merrily, merrily, i sat down Under the blossom of impermanent trees that hang high like a luminous crown over the head of my little one

Man growing old becomes a child again and loose clarity every now and then So I swing my crib and sing to my babe the song of freedom from suffering

Silent and amaze as i was a little boy, i had to shut my eyes in fear when i heard those dreadful noises

But When i'll be strong enough to do all the things i want right then I will fly over to the angel side of clouds

Even though we live free Even though we live long real wisdom we desist as we are children of the mist

There is an animal quite irrational every time he sees red he tries to fly out of our head

All this honesty in our progeny All the loyalty in my sweet baby

We did misbehaved but we were innocent When we forgave all wrongs done instantly

Your hear the cries, of your baby, cries And you can't seem to stop their tears I wonder if sorrow really follows our years or does it just sits in our deepest fears

Your old earth is very dreary Our young feet are very weak Just a few paces and we are weary Old man our grave rest far to seek.

Even though they are small Even though they are weak these little children are the future of men

As the night is cold, as the night is wild the old man's tomorrow is lost in long ago

True, it may happen that we die before our time But if you listen close the dead never cries

Leaning their pretty heads on their mother's breast young birds happily chirp in their nest