Lyrics

Bells sail through my dreams
where they find their solemn hymns
How sweet to watch the night open its eyes

I’m the King of a rainy country,
rich but powerless
Young, yet feeling wintry
No longer flattered by the obsequious bow

I’m the King of a country
Young, yet feeling wintry
No longer flattered by the bow

I used to hope that life could bring me peace
Could lull asleep my deeply gnawing mind
I was a fool: the senses clear with time
I used to love to cure my old disease
love led me to a thick of enmities
I used to hope that life could bring me peace
I was a fool: the senses clear with time

A churchbell grieves, a log in the fireplace smokes
and hums falsetto to the clock’s catarrh

My head on my hands, I watch from my lofty home
Spring, Summer, Autumn, and then, with Winter’s monotone of snow
I close my shutters - a time to be alone

Summer days gone, taking stock of the misty dawn
(fall in the well of dreams - wander through aimlessly)
I dream my way into treacherous labyrinths
Nothing can draw me away from this neverland
(a world of kisses sweet - birds singing merrily)
Sun rises in my heart, warming my aching soul

Summer days gone, taking stock of the misty dawn
(fall in the well of dreams - wander through aimlessly)

I dream my way into treacherous labyrinths
Nothing can draw me away from this neverland