At night I heard the owls say :

"Find the truth beneath the stars

You'll have to travel back to heaths of green...



...The entrance to the oak woods will be revealed to you

A king will tell you to ride until..."



[Bridge:]

... the leaves on the trees from black colour turn to green

There to find the oak woods I seek, where the old oaks still speak



At night I heard the old king say:

"To find your journey through the dark

You'll have to travel on a field of green"



Through time dark landscapes leave their place to grasslands of joy

Bestowed to ancient oak woods here I ...



[Bridge2:]

... stand astonished by green, light of power covers me

To understand the nature of man I have now to speak with the trees.



In my life I always prayed the ancients acting with pure honesty

This is time to face the truth so here I go



Running through the woods I question every plant and every tree

Searching for the answer that was promised to me

"Ask for White Willow near the Silver Lake"...



[Chorus:]

-The fire in my heart was burning like the flames of ancient times

White Willow with his knowledge opened up my eyes

-The vision of the world I had before was based on thousand lies

White Willow taught me how to live my life with truth



And there it stands the only White Willow tree

He embraced me and he told me to gaze at the stars!



The wise old tree twice spoke to me and he said :

"Bring truth to the ones that you trust

And make them believe that I still exist"

So he closed his eyes and I traveled back home



Back to my world, home I return :

And the birds cry out "The old king has died"

With tears in my eyes I follow my heritage :

Now I am to be new Elvenking!



[Chorus2:]

-Green power light was flowing down my eyes like 



waters from the falls

White Willow filled my heart with lore I now recall (lore I now recall!)

-The black horizons once I saw now turn to white as I pass by

And now I know why man can't bear to know the nature of the truth



[End:]

[Narrator:] and there it stands, the only white willow tree

with golden leaves and a sweet old voice

He embraced me, hard as rock 

and he told me, gaze at the stars



In the light I still see, the only willow tree

I'm living on, the dream he shared with me

Sometimes I can still see, the good old speaking tree

His voice like ambrosia's flowing deep in me