歌曲 | The Dream |
歌手 | The Moody Blues |
专辑 | This Is 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. |