Hanna Mia - The White Beast lyrics

Well you fall into the ocean from the tree And you fall into the sorrow of the leaves And you fall into the rhythm of me And you fall into the hymn of the sea And I I I I I I feel you I feel you coming And I I I I feel you I feel you coming And I I I I feel you I feel you coming Well you listen to the old folks, The old folks what do they say? They talk about the white beast, The beast of the north east Well they say that I'm a hunter, Well that's not what I see I gather all the old ones when they call me And they say I I I I I I feel you I feel you coming And I I I I I I feel you I feel you coming I I I feel you coming