His parents
Were already in bed
And asleep

The wind
Blew in gusts
And shook the windows

At times the room would suddenly be lit
By moonbeams

The young man would thrash around while remembering
The stranger

No
It's not those treasures
No
It's the blue flower
That I'm dying to discover

His parents
Were already in bed
And asleep

The wind
Blew in gusts
And shook the windows
At times the room would suddenly be lit
By moonbeams

The young man would thrash around while remembering
The stranger

No
It's not those treasures
No
It's the blue flower
That I'm dying to discover