In a forest, deep down a well Covered in snow Lies a secret of kings long ago Winter's blanket melting away Under the sun Shadows warn of darkness to come Shine on, golden sun Show Man's darkest deed Wake the roses of tomorrow Burn their thorns of greed A weary soldier stops for a drink And closes his eyes As Heaven fills with fireflies A cold wind whispers into his ear A story to tell And freedom rings from inside the well Shine on, golden sun Show Man's darkest deed Wake the roses of tomorrow Burn their thorns of greed Now the truth is known The son will rise and journey home Returning to his rightful throne Shine on, golden sun Show Man's darkest deed Wake the roses of tomorrow Burn their thorns of greed Shine on, golden sun Show Man's darkest deed Wake the roses of tomorrow Burn their thorns of greed