Peter Koppes - Esoterica Lyrics
With the wind the willow treeReminds me how I long to beEvery sound a mysteryThat calls us out upon our mystic tripOn our mystic tripAnd when it comes to luck, you're on sideOur wandering soul is where it hidesAll around, the ground belowWe float on cries until we're closeOn our mystic tripAnd when it comes to change, the drear shiesWe travel through romancing skiesBeyond fields of caring nowWhere circumstance will show us howFurther than a hope can see into the worldOf wish set freeOn our mystic trip(On our mystic trip)