Black Emerald/Naturally Lyrics

The earth has music for the ones who listen

For enchanted ladies and for righteous misters

Just listen to the melody that's coming from the trees

Hear the symphony of the seas

Well it doesn't know the system, and it won't play harmonies

But hear it play a song for you, will lift your reveries

Slow down for a little bit, it won't take very long

Nature, well it just can't go wrong

Piano could not beat her melancholic tunes

Guitar is just too weak for true nature is not a fool

Trumpet couldn't stand no chance, on The Sweet whistle of the Nightingale

And any poems would be worse than any meadows fairytale

Because it flows like the water and it blows like the wind

In waves like the sea-tide on the best melody

It glows like a fire fly and it sparks like a flame

It dances like a floating/falling star sings like a nightingale

And it's miles in the night, succeed in the daylight

Willingly

Naturally

The path has music, for those who can hear it

Has all virtues, long as you don't interfere in

Watch for the rainbows, hear the mumbling/rambling of the skies

Hidden underneath clouds of disguise

Watch out for the roaring, mountains compose

Before we were even here, the proudly arose

Giving birth of symphonies of leaves and tiny streams

Conducted by the wind that blows against our window seams

Piano could not beat her melancholic tunes

Guitar is just too weak for true nature is not a fool

Trumpet couldn't stand no chance, on The Sweet whistle of the Nightingale

And any poems would be worse than any meadows fairytale

Because it flows like the water and it blows like the wind

In waves like the sea-tide on the best melody

It glows like a fire fly and it sparks like a flame

It dances like a floating/falling star sings like a nightingale

And it's miles in the night, succeed in the daylight

Willingly

Naturally

Piano could not beat her melancholic tunes

Guitar is just too weak for true nature is not a fool

Trumpet couldn't stand no chance, on The Sweet whistle of the Nightingale

And any poems would be worse than any meadows fairytale

Because it flows like the water and it blows like the wind

In waves like the sea-tide on the best melody

It glows like a fire fly and it sparks like a flame

It dances like a floating/falling star sings like a nightingale

And it's miles in the night, succeed in the daylight

Willingly

Naturally