Tribal War - Hans Zimmer (汉斯.季默)

By an old drinking well on the grass so green

I lay down and fell into a dream

By a strange mellow sound from a silver eyed bird

I opened my eyes but said no word

On the pathway came walking a woman so bold

Behind her in silence went the old

Ahead ran the children with joyful cries

Their faces were lifted to the sky

The woman's hair was raven and black as the night

Covered with stars shining bright

As they passed by the well I saw that their eyes

Were flaming like many coloured ice They passed by the well like a breeze pure and clean

Soon they were nowhere to be seen

When I woke up alone on the grass so green

I looked into the well to catch the dream

The water was rising and I felt a chill

I willed the water to be still

There was a face in the mirror like a face out of time

The eyes held a shimmery shine

There was a face in the mirror and the face wasn't mine

The eyes held a shimmery shine Hans Zimmer