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
