Tell the skies that the forest is blue

tell the trees that their leaves are red

tell the girl to her love be true

tell the man what she couldn't have said.

Tell the wind in the wilds, the cities are green

tell the roar of the earth, the clouds are brown

tell me the truth, my heart is for real

tell him a lie, that all will calm down.

Tell the stag of the mountains, the valleys are dead

tell the drake of the sea, the air is gone

tell the princess as she lies in her bed

her knight is home, there is nothing wrong.

Tell the bells in the church,  the steeple has fallen

tell the the dungeons below, the prisioners are free

tell my wings to carry me south

tell my love to come back to me.