Pass through the fields Follow the river to the sea Stand tall as the Evergreens Tread light on the needles that cover the ground Blue skies in the hunter's eye Another trail goes cold And the well runs dry Where it used to flow Down the mountainside, to the fields below By the light of the moon The forest takes a different shape And the spirits awaken They showed me the signs In every broken branch and the leaves that have fallen Blue skies in the hunter's eye Another trail goes cold And the well runs dry Where it used to flow Down the mountainside, to the fields below