The Moody Blues - The Dream - Poem lyrics

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 d**h 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