The great north

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA








The paths going to west
are everyday less used
and there is not a trace
of any human foot

Yes I am the last one
that walks along this land
without knowing if it's
here all my destiny

We are in the moment of the great north 
each ray of light has a big worth 
and every day the light goes forth 
the old year is now ready to burst 

I pick the holy rare mistletoe 
to call abundance for my little world 
and I will give some to all my loves 
now that I am really alone 

The social year is at
its so desired end
I know that I have let
ghosts growing in my head

But I have got inside
still crumbles of my life
I have to nourish time
to find back my divine

We are in the moment of the great north 
each ray of light has a big worth 
and every day the light goes forth 
the old year is now ready to burst 

I pick the holy rare mistletoe 
to call abundance for my little world 
and I will give some to all my loves 
now that I am really alone