Island of Circles

Over the mountain

Over the sea

From the island of circles

My love calls to me

Her hair in the north wind

Brown berry eyes

Reading the birdrooms

In the winter sky

She sway like the willow

Clothed all in stars

Moon drops of silver

Fire gold from Mars

Over the mountain

Over the sea

From the island of circles

My love calls to me

Her hair in the north wind

Brown berry eyes

Reading the birdrooms

In the winter sky

In the winter sky