My Child, I will bury you on the highest hill,
beside the tallest tree where winter will cover you
and build the biggest castle.
There I will bury you, from the arms of your mother.
Soon the angels will carry you over the edge of the world,
lead you through the deepest forest,
away from sickness, into the light.
Sleep my child, lay down your head and leave this pain,
I'll read your these last pages of the tale.
To endless morning I'm cursed from here on;
you will be taken, I was meant to stay...
The Emerald Forest was quiet
and the deep green of the diamond leaves
was glimmering in the sky high tree tops
on the gentle wind, tall as the mountains in the east.
Echoes of the steps of giants
were fading like the beat of your weak heart.
Shades of night welcome you with a twisted smile.
Slowly with every tiny breath.
Hold my hand tight, nothing will hurt you here.
You are almost home my little angel, I will lead you through.
Night creatures, unicorns and white owls,
treasures hidden in the emerald glow.
Green light on the white altar and the black throne,
choirs of ancients blessing your pa**age to the world below.
The path through the woods was getting narrow
and the aisle of trees shaded the last light of the moon.
But the light from the candles on the bridge across the water
lit the way from emerald steps, marking our trail deeper.
This is the frontier as far as I can pa**,
but the calling of the Blackbird will lead you on from here.
Every tear will turn to an emerald in this forest,
and this is where it ends, the cry turns to laughter, my son.
You will be taken, I was meant to stay, my loved one.