Mountain trail, peace in every stride I take The pure air caresses me, for goodness sake, dispelling the ache A nearby murmur, a crystal song The river stops me, where my soul belongs Clear water, faithful mirror, my face I see And in that reflection, time no longer troubles me Clear voice returning, an echo of a child In the choir of old, pure lucidity, reconciled I recall the rehearsals, the laughter, the fear Songs of the Renaissance, held so very dear A sacred, sweet melody, that elevated the soul My voice was a feather, making the heavens its goal Clear water, faithful mirror, my face I see And in that reflection, time no longer troubles me Clear voice returning, an echo of a child In the choir of old, pure lucidity, reconciled The years have gone by, the world has since changed But the essence of that singing, has never been estranged In every flowing drop, a memory takes flight Of the purity that once, gave me so much light Clear water, faithful mirror, my face I see And in that reflection, time no longer troubles me Clear voice returning, an echo of a child In the choir of old, pure lucidity, reconciled The river continues its course, my soul is at rest The voice of my past, an eternal, blessed quest.
