Paroles de Meddoe

Speak to me of flowers Speak to me of spring Speak to me of branches With their fallen leaves All things need to change All things stay the same It's a great galactic cycle With an infinite range Mountains and valleys Rivers and trees See them all swaying In the cosmic breeze Listen to the silence Of a snow covered meddoe There is much to learn there And there is much to know White fox came up to me Along with red coyote And the answers to many secrets They told me Mountains and valleys Rivers and trees See them all swaying In the cosmic breeze