The Dream - The Moody Blues

When the white eagle

Of the North is flying overhead

And the browns, reds and golds

Of autumn lye in the gutter, dead

Remember then the summer birds

With wings of fire flame

Come to witness springs new hope

Born of leaves decaying

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

For promise almost seen

Live hand in hand and together we’ll stand

On the threshold of a dream