We long for adventure,
and our hearts burn with desire
so we sit by the fire and we share our wildest memories.
Gazing upon the night sky
we chant with love and wonder
and as the moon rises above the trees
the wind whispers our fears,
Where are we?
We are in a place that shares a glimpse paradise.
Oh, Adventure, I long for you.
Carry me back, oh wind,
to this ancient place.
Morning dew glitters on the blades of grass,
and it carries the peaceful aroma
of dirt and rock.
The river sings a song,
Flow of life, a beating heart
We find our joy in the simplest of things.