Monte Luna

The birds fly, weaving beauty all around these mountains
Once their freedom knew me, and held my dreams
Upon their wings of gold

The sun comes silently, and the church bell wakes the sparrow
He drinks the pure white rain that softly falls
As morning calls my name

Calling me to come returning to the mountain of the moon
On wings that sing their freedom's mirth
With every passing of the winter's sun, I know that soon
Peace will finally blossom on this earth

It's been a long long time
Oh such a long long time