01-THE PROCESSION-THE WHITE RIDER – C1 Fa# m

Camel

 

When he rides,

my fears subside,

For darkness turns

once more to light.

 

Through the skies,

his white horse flies,

To find a land

beyond the night.

 

Once he wore grey,

he fell and slipped away

From everybody's sight.

 

The wizard of them all,

came back from his fall

This time wearing white.

 

He has a certain air,

as if he's never there,

But somehow far away.

 

And though he seems afar,

like a distant star.

His warm he can convey.

02-AIRBORN – C1 Si m

Camel

 

High flying glider,

spread your wings

Flying high on a cloud

 

Born on the air,

spiral around

So busy making circles

You never touch the ground

 

You see the sea,

 feel the sky

Don't know where you go when you die

 

Don't know the answers

To what's in my mind

Riding on the wind

and turning with the tide

 

flute break

 

Life takes you up,

it brings you down

Changes the pain that remains

 

Keep moving fast,

through the wind and the rain

And if the world keeps spinning round

You'll be back again…

 

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