Текст песни Echo (Live) - Mandolin Orange

Well, I try to close my eyes, clear my mind
Just listen to the wildflowers grow
Such whispers on the breeze
It don't come easy now
Over all this noise

I spent my youth among the pines
They used to sing a tune so fine
And the wind moved like an echo
Carryin' their voices

And I saw it in a dream
Monuments of trees
As the air we breathe turned our lungs to dust
And the redwoods so tall
And all their awe began to rust

With no bend and sway at all
That ancient dance was lost
And the wind moved like an echo
Beside every gust

Well, some day I hope to find that land of funny wine
Where the coffee grows on the white oak trees
And those sugar-coated mountains
In the spring begin to melt into
The sweetest streams

Where each night the starlight and the sea
Together form eternity
And the wind moves like an echo
As the world drops off to sleep