| Song | The Dream |
| Artist | The Moody Blues |
| Album | This Is The Moody Blues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |