White leaves fading in the dark,
Kindled by a silent spark.
Crying branches touch the stream,
Deep inside the ancient dream.
Wash away the dust of time,
To the rhythm and the rhyme.
No more walking in the rain,
No more sorrow, no more pain.
Pale roots underneath the ground,
Spreading healing without a sound.
Every teardrop on the moss,
Mending all the pain and loss.
Wash away the dust of time,
To the rhythm and the rhyme.
No more walking in the rain,
No more sorrow, no more pain.
Time is standing still and slow,
Watching all the ripples glow.
Sanctuary made of tears,
Guiding through the heavy years.
Leave the noisy world behind,
For the peace I needed to find.
Silent willow, breathing blue,
Where the old world turns to new.
Listen to the branches sigh,
Underneath the endless sky.
Close your eyes and do not fear,
For the eternal rest is here.
Drift away... softly sleep...
In the silence that we keep.
Wash away the dust of time,
To the rhythm and the rhyme.
No more walking in the rain,
No more sorrow, no more pain.
Let the glowing tree hold my mind...
Leaving all the frantic world behind...