words and melody by Annalisa Ventola
piano accompaniment by Johann Sebastian Bach 

She evades you,
and Time – it escapes you.
The mystery makes a mockery of your soul.

Then you find her
where the wind meets the water
where the sky meets the mountains
where the ocean meets the shore.

You go past the summer
beyond the winter
past a lifetime
beyond old age.

Then under a clearing
the moonlight kissing her shoulders as she says,
“Follow me.”

You go past the darkness
beyond the daytime
past the pleasure
beyond the pain

to the place where gods are born
the place where gods are born
where gods are born to be.

Let it be.
Let it be.
Let it be.

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