Linnea walks in half light And sees islands of black everywhere But the river of sunrays flowing down Blinds her eyes with fear Linnea leaves no trail She treads so lightly on the ground On a path that follows the blowing wind To where ever the wind is bound Linnea is calling out To find voices to sing with her own But her cry is lost in nowhere land And leaves a lonely sound Linnea feels she is missing Something and someone and some fair place Her eyes are telling of coloured dreams And the light doesn't reach her face The river of light Sleeps in your song It will burn so wild and strong When you end your search for golden suns Your eyes have a light of their own