On visiting Peru, Jo and I were enchanted by the Peruvian Cloud Forest, where the Inca spirit still flows through every river and stream, from the rapids of the Sacred Valley to the highest mountains peaks.
Ethnic meets rock meets orchestral, as gravity falls away in the heart of the Andes.

Whirling birds of feathers fly
The Cloud Forest raindrops glistering in the sky
Through the mountain peaks I hear a cry
A girl leaps from the rocks, I see her puma eyes

Taking on the moon
Waiting for her chance
Reaching for the sun
Moving in a trance

From a serpent’s mouth the water floes
Cascading to the sacred valley deep below
Through the rocks she spirals on her way
Her steps now lead me closer to the drums that play

Taking on the moon
Waiting for her chance
Reaching for the sun
Moving in a trance