Agnes Poetry
Текст песни Harmony

each picture holds a memory
of someone i know
or some place i've been.

but in this room
are others that tell
of place that i've only dreamed.

and when the witching hour comes
i feel that i know
those voices and faces.

with living sounds, they wake me,
and yet i'm still
sleeping in dreams of the places.

here there's music and it's magic!
where the night sounds harmonize.
here the druid's sleep has lost us
where the enchanted world lies.

a storm becomes an omen.
the scent of the rain...
the dark of the wind.

i can't describe the emotion.
i feel that just don't know where to begin!

the lake...the rain...and the forest,
i feel on my face... on my feet...and in my hands!
and drown in depths of beauty.

amazing!
delicious!
i can't understand!

i felt it all before this,
not just a dream,
but a memory of kindness.

here there's music and it's magic!
where the night sounds harmonize.
here the druid's sleep has lost us
where the enchanted world lies.