Black Trees came with the Waves.
You can clearly see how the Waves are pushing behind those Trees.
We're now facing them, both the Trees and the Waves.
White Light ain't no warm, but you could say it is still something you would go for on Winter mornings.
A triptych, 3 altar pieces columned together.
While here some Temple Pilots Protecting our Path across Pyrenees We did stop on the wayside
for payin' Them our respect
Again, Withe Light coming from behind the Hill
The Waves were further down
We knew they were following
Once back home we waited
Then They came.