Light of The Earth

I try to wake

tomorrow's spring

just like the morning sun

you were pouring down

O calling up the echoes sound

to the same old fiery cries

till the morning light

inside my cones

the seeds remain

just like the sunset thrill

you were reaching out

O calling up the echoes sound

to the same old fiery cries

till the morning light

dancing through the night

we are free and wild

leaping on the starry bright lit sky

till the morning light