Kokotela - Untold Stories

Who will buy a glad story That a young man has to sell? Come into my house of glory And I will treat you well. Who will buy a sad story That a widow has to sell? Come into my house of lonely And I will treat you well. Young and old, we all have stories That we all must try to sell Tales of how you get to heaven And how we been through hell Who will buy a perfumed story That a young girl has to sell? Sleep with me on satin pillows And I will treat you well.

I awoke this morning Love laid me down by the river Drifting I turned on up stream Bound for my forgiver In the giving of my eyes to see your face Sound did silence me Leaving no trace I begged to leave, to hear your wonderous stories Begged to hear your wonderous stories 'LA AHA' He spoke of lands not far Nor lands they were in his mind Of fusion captured high Where reason captured his time In no time at all he took me to the gate In haste I quickly Checked the time If I was late I had to leave, to hear your wonderous stories Had to hear your wonderous stories 'LA AHA, LA AHA' Hearing Hearing hearing your wonderous stories Hearing your wonderous stories It is no lie I see deeply into the future Imagine everything You're close And were you there To stand so cautiously at first And then so high As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky I bid it to return To hear your wonderous stories Return to hear your wonderous stories Return to hear your wonderous stories LA AH LA AH AH AH Hearing Hearing Hearing Hearing Hearing