Gates Forest Willow's been whistling in my ear: Morning is coming clear Surrender yourself to what comes, my dear Or lie inside your puddles of fear. Your spirit it can rise. You can be free Reaching in to this dream, it is Your trembling self that one day will be Reaching out for eternity And while I am walking the gates of knowledge Re- bonding my step with her sigh Cold winds are shattering tears out of my eyes. I stumbled on a flower its petals bowed Surrendering. I knew that I'm still strained and proud To her whistling And while we are chanting the joys and the journeys Making beds by the end of the night New dawn is waking and glitters in our eyes And the morning will rise The morning will rise The morning will rise Oh oh oh... Oh oh...