A call to wander up half unknown.
We seek the place where we once roamed.
The journey leads back to where we start.
A story written deep in the heart.
Whistlers of the past we hear a silent echo drawing near.
Through time the tides will rise and fall
in search of answers we view the fall.
Beyond the river a distant sound.
A hidden truth waits to be found.
Through apple trees and endless skies
we chase the moments that never die.
Whistlers of the past we hear a silent echo drawing near.
Through time the tides will rise and fall
in search of answers we view the fall.
