Pleasant is sleep near running waters,
No memories.
Silence comes out of the mountain,
Night of fears.
Finding my way through the dark black forest,
Where the sun never shines,
Dew is the sweat of the nightingales,
Toiling all night, singing.

Not even song to sing is easy,
Day or night nothing will please me.

When the sun shines out,
Stars dance 'round in the grass,
All along my valley,
In the morning path.
Goin' to find my dream,
Stars dance 'round in the grass,
All along my valley,
In the morning path.

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