The Gates of the Green
Delight Lyrics


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In my mind's eyes I see the path
To the gates of child's land
Fluffy moss under my feet
My hair talking with the wind
Drops of rain which have just fallen down
Like the pearls on conweb's cover

I ask who we are
The candle lights
Waiting for unquiet wind
A crooled mirror of space
A handful of ash which wants to
Become the diamond

Although the Time is mocking at us o openly
He is laughing at us
Setting its face against us
We are not able
To rule over the current of his stream

In my mind's eyes I see the trees
Which are trying to touch the sky
With their whispering arms
Old tales are being told by the bird
Just opening the arms is enough
To be soared up by the wind

Although the Time is mocking at us o openly
He is laughing at us
Setting its face against us
We are not able
To rule over the current of his stream





The Nature answers
We are what we believe

Overall Meaning

These lyrics from Delight's song "The Gates of the Green" paint a vivid picture of a journey through nature, and the musings and questions that arise during this journey. The image of soft, fluffy moss underfoot and hair "talking" with the wind depict a peaceful and serene natural environment. Drops of rain, like pearls on a spider's web, emphasize the beauty and fragility of nature. The song then shifts to deeper questions about identity and purpose, asking "who we are" amidst the "candle lights" and "crooked mirror of space." The lyrics suggest a desire to find meaning and transform something as ordinary as a handful of ash into a diamond.


The second stanza brings in the element of time, with the recognition that time can feel like an enemy, "mocking" and "laughing" at us as we try to navigate life's currents. Despite this, the natural world provides a sense of stability and grounding. The trees, with their "whispering arms," connect us to old tales and a sense of continuity. The lyrics end with a hopeful message, that we are what we believe, and in the context of nature, perhaps belief can also be aligned with the natural rhythms and cycles that surround us.


Overall, "The Gates of the Green" is a contemplative and poetic exploration of nature and our place within it. The lyrics are filled with sensory detail, evoking a sense of wonder and appreciation for the natural world, while also acknowledging deeper questions about identity and purpose.


Line by Line Meaning

In my mind's eyes I see the path
Imagining a path towards a fantasy land


To the gates of child's land
Imagining the gates of a child's world


Fluffy moss under my feet
Feeling soft moss underfoot


My hair talking with the wind
Feeling the wind blowing through hair


Drops of rain which have just fallen down
Seeing raindrops glistening in the sunshine


Like the pearls on conweb's cover
The raindrops are like pearls on a spiderweb


I ask who we are
Questioning our identity


The candle lights
The flickering candle flame


Waiting for unquiet wind
Expecting unpredictable gusts of wind


A crooled mirror of space
A distorted reflection of the universe


A handful of ash which wants to
Ash is like a diamond in the rough, wanting to shine


Become the diamond
The ash wants to become something valuable and beautiful


Although the Time is mocking at us o openly
Time seems to be taunting us


He is laughing at us
Time is amused by our struggles


Setting its face against us
Time is our enemy


We are not able
We don't have the power to overcome Time


To rule over the current of his stream
We can't control the flow of time


In my mind's eyes I see the trees
Imagining tall trees reaching towards the sky


Which are trying to touch the sky
The trees aspire to reach great heights


With their whispering arms
Their branches rustling like whispers


Old tales are being told by the bird
The birds are singing ancient stories


Just opening the arms is enough
Stretching out is all that is needed


To be soared up by the wind
To be lifted up by the force of the wind


The Nature answers
Nature responds


We are what we believe
Our beliefs shape our identity




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TIM06


on Is It Too Late

que de souvenirs pur funk! à l écoute suivi de ltd "holding on!" il faut tenir bon!! ne soyons pas trop nostalgique de ces années...mais m..de que c'est dur!!!

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