(Cat Stevens, Milton Nascimento)

Midnight come, colors are melting

White moon shivering on the sea

Like a ghost up to the mountain

Wax Queen will carry me

I can see the forest for miles

All the creatures small and large

If you crumble I won't be living

For my love would have no house



Mountain, oh mighty mountain

Show me secrets you have

So I may become brother to Moses

And live, live and be glad

I can feel all of your powers

Growing lighter in the dark

If you crumble I won't be living

For my love would have no heart



White moon, white as my skeleton

Who has seen martyrs among my brothers

Yet strength remained in me to write the song

Say no more! The children already know

And their dreams grow strong like the trees

In their minds where thoughts are plotted

Is also where crystal suns are forged



And they will be older than a thousand years

So that they may open the deserts of the heart

And in these dreams of the mountain

Friendship will surface