Like when you walk to the places of childhood, Where once your innocent soul danced in wild mood. You search for roots that no time can erase, Let family memories drift into space. As birds change their flight through skies ever new, So I sing my song of awakening too. Nooo, this is no sad dream breaking, Just love coming home, shy no longer, awakening. It comes all at once — the memories flare, And you’re walking through time’s mighty gateway there. Inside your soul wakes a child full of play, No matter if its hair is dark or golden in the day. As birds change their flight through skies ever new, So I sing my song of awakening too. Nooo, this is no sad dream breaking, Just love coming home, shy no longer, awakening. You’ve always been me — a soul pure and clear, Though those childhood places long vanished from here. Yet moments return that will never fade out, And when they leave your mind, you whisper “see you around.” As birds change their flight through skies ever new, So I sing my song of awakening too. Nooo, this is no sad dream breaking, Just love coming home, shy no longer, awakening.
