Where's Bula

In the fringes of a secret land
Where only silence reigns
Moves a leaf, a whisper, a shadow
The wild does not complain

Lonely village boy left eithout a word
Set out silently to please an unkown urge
But only this feeling remains

Where's Bula, oh

In the daylight he spends his time
Only where he wants to be
Come the night, the moonlight so softly
Talks to one he cannot see

And the villagers seeing that he is gone
Just pretend that he, he was not born
Still only this feeling remains

Where's Bula, oh

All is fine, beneath the trees
Where boy and spirit met
And the rest just keep on believing
What they don't see they forget

Sad conclusion to a happy little song
About a village boy, boy somehow went wrong
Now only this feeling remains

Where's Bula, oh