Lyrics
through the gates of night, there is wisdom is waiting to be found. that first place of night, was an island in the colour of stars, spring;, green grew and the flowers blossomed,a lost time, for in the distance. summer;, the sun and the sand, autumn;, the shape of yellow leaves falling,a lost time, far in the distance. winter;, the sky sang snow, written into the night;, a world of stars,a lost time, for in the distance. now, is the season of water;, the island, the cities, the darkness, through time this became our world, but our quest is not yet over, now, is the season of the moon;, soft breezes whispering, night and day, but our quest is not yet over
Song details
Artist: enya