The Dream - The Moody Blues
When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead
The browns
reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then
that summer birds with wings of fire flaying
Came to witness springs new hope
born of leaves decaying.
Just as new life will come from death
love will come at leisure.
Love of love
love of life and giving without measure
Gives in return a wonderous yearn of a promise almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand
and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.