Floating Autumn Mist ©

In the foggy place with the fading sun
I've searched for the secrets of the past
Misty autumn days suddenly have begun
Powerfully to chase the warm rays fast

I bear sorrow in my soul these lonely days
Through misty rain I see a mystic wood
Leaves from ancient oaks fall on my ways
Like giant's plants the trees proudly stood

Will they tell me legends of a Celtic land?
I wasn't allowed to call this country my own
But I will search until the magic's tragic end
It's like carrying a burden out of a cold stone

In the misty place with some golden sun
I look for the whole truth of my lost past
Floating autumn mist suddenly has begun
Mystical pictures on my seeking soul to cast