Old memories are unfaithful things, they bind the strongest will The frightened boy I used to be, comes back to haunt me still. It's hard to be born different a stranger in you home To know that you may always have to face the world alone.
Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend; Cast you song upon the wind. With your sure and healing hand Draw the magic of the land.
A boy who plays with magic powers, brings danger home to dwell. He does not have the discipline to tame his errant spell. I killed my faithless lover in- a moments blinding pain And sought to take my own life, so I would never kill again.
Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend; Cast you song upon the wind. With your sure and healing hand Draw the magic of the land.
A passing Herald found me then, still bleeding almost dead. A friend of hers soon healed my wounds, and eased away my dread. In that silent vale of green my old self passed away And in his place a man was born, the mage you see today.
Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend; Cast you song upon the wind. With your sure and healing hand Draw the magic of the land.
Seek magic for the comforting, it brings the week and poor, What hate destroys with bitter power, a healer may restore. I know the lore of darkness, it has touched my deepest heart But love can build a haven and give hope a place to start.
Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend; Cast you song upon the wind. With your sure and healing hand Draw the magic of the land.
With your wise and gentle hand teach me so I understand.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
