MOODY BLUES - The Dream lyrics

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