The Arcadian Wild - Millstatt

The wind, like my mother, she called my name
A whisper heard over the cars, the cries, and the clamor
The lake, like a mirror, it looked back at me
Reflecting no fear, no fault, finding not one a single scratch

The mounts, like my father, they guarded the ground
A shadow cast over the town, it′s streets, and it's people
The trees, they swayed in the wind that spoke
I joined in their dance to the song that echoed off the mountainside

This must be where God comes to rest
Must be where God comes to rest

The calm, like my brother, it kept by my side
A feeling that nothin′ at all could rid me of meaning
I stood like a child with worry in hand
I threw it into the lake

I felt the weight lift off my back with every bounce
Across the water, and then it sank
I was a feather, oh

The sun, like my sister, so gentle, so bright
I was the day, wakin' up, adjusting to the mornin' light
The fog, like a blanket, surrounded me whole
The church bells joined in the choir
And we all sang, "Come, oh peace, be nigh"
"Come, oh peace, be nigh"

This must be where God comes to rest
Must be where God comes to rest
Must be where God comes to rest
This must be where God comes to rest