The leaves are smashed on the riverside
The trees are burning and they're crying bright
A pale face waves through the chasing clouds
Like a drunkard who is just blacking out
Where is this place, this vivid shady land
Where young lovers go and walk hand in hand
There we will be in our fate of being blind
And there we will dance and make love with our mind
Oh vivid shady land
The leaves have landed on the river waves
The trees are staring like crosses on their graves
The pale face is wasted, there's a glorious sun
The drunkard is sleeping, a new day is born
Why, tell me why must this come to and end?
Where is the keeper of the key to this land?
We're ready to pay for the dews of this sight
So we sure will pay before we die inside
Oh vivid shady land
The leaves are smashed on the riverside
The trees are burning and they're crying bright
A pale face waves through the chasing clouds
Like a drunkard who is just blacking out
Where is this place, this vivid shady land
Where young lovers go and walk hand in hand
There we will be in our fate of being blind
And there we will dance and make love with our mind
Oh vivid shady land
Vivid Shady Land was written by Chris Koerts.
Vivid Shady Land was produced by Fred Haayen.