Blues Moody - The Dream Lyrics

Graeme Edge)


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 spring's 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 wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen.

Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream.

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