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Lightning cracks the convent mist curls to the bells Trees run down to the road protect the convent girls A Sister somewhere bows her head to pray Offer protection, a place to hide away Deep in Sherwood Forest the elves keep to themselves No one is scarecrow the witch has no spells A map of tree tops a road that's made of clay It's hard to get to, a place to hide away I'm thinking of Mondaino I'm thinking of Greece I'm thinking a walled city to give me my peace I might take up teaching I have a lot to say At a roundtable, at a place to hide away I might take you up on one fine sunny day I might take you up to a place to hide away Aus Songtexte Mania