There is a race living side by side with Man
A people of moonlight and mystery -
Sons of the sun, daughters of a starborn clan -
You can trace their Path in the history
Of nations who look for a Promised Land.
Slayers of dragons and seekers of Truth
The shapers of legend belong to that band -
Cities all golden and fountains of youth
Are only excuses to follow the wind
That calls them beyond the impulse to roam
Across the next mountain, around the next bend
To search for the track where the rainbow leads home -
To search for the Path no others have trod
To follow the stars only dreamers have known
To answer the call of an elder god