3rd & The Mortal Oceana
Oceana carry with her
all the lost dreams
As a treasure
hidden underneath her wings
Oceana in my Heart
I went away
to The Outer Hills
Where no trees can grow
and no man live
With my head held high
I asked the Northwind
Will you please
take me with you
And the wind lifted me up
like a bird whose wings were spread
Merely to put me down
I went to the Moon
When she was shining as bright
as I have ever seen her
May I borrow some of The Light
that you possess
But the moonbeam
could not reach deep enough
Then I saw her face
As the waves went away
She told me
She had been waiting
Cold winter nights
I walk upon the frozen earth
The Moon lights my way
The Northwind embraces me
Tells me to go on
