Lift my spirit
Take my soul
To a foreign land

Where the rivers
Gently flow
And the trees ascend

Lift my mind
Take me with you
On the cloud's wings

Flying high
I won't resist you...
As my spirit sings

Smell of fires
Sun is rising
Morning newly born

Night is dying
Through horizon
Hear the morning horns!

Birds are swimming
Through the clouds
Singing cheerful songs

I shall run
Over the mountains
Sing with them along

I shall run
Through plains below
Oceans of green

I shall dive
Into them now
Sail through my dream...

Wooden village
I shall find
Far beyond the plains

Houses old
And burning fire
With a blood-red flame

In the midst
Of wood and fire
I shall meet a man

He will tell me
Of his village
Of this foreign land

Of the gods
And of the elders
And of their ghosts

Gray long hair
Gently settles
Down on his white clothes

Pipe of peace
Is slowly shaking
Held by his old hand

Time is right
For my returning
Back to my own land

Thus my journey
Comes to ending
And it's time to wake

Foreign land...
I shall remember
Beauty of thy lakes

Of the mountains
Of the clouds
And the river streams

Of the villages
And people
Passing through my dreams...

(inspired by the music of Oliver Shanti and Friends)