Hjaltalin Montabone
Where will you be when the winter comes?
Where can I find you?
I'll be going home when I'm ready.
You will find me where, the sound of crickets,
the sound of morning bells, make me feel so still.
Silent night, silent waters,
make you feel so still.
We can get through the valley,
get past the mill, walk through the forest.
We've got time to kill.
We can swim through the rivers in the starry night, so
still,
walk through the desert.
We've got time to kill.
Why won't the wind take us away to the state of
constant joy?
Why won't the wind take us away from the never ending
woe?
The sound of crickets,
the sound of morning bells, make me feel so still.
Silent night, silent waters,
make you feel so still.
We can get through the valley,
get past the mill, walk through the forest.
We've got time to kill.
Swim through the rivers in the starry night, so still,
walk through the desert.
We've got time to kill.
