It started with a dream as most things new
From an unformed thought when it’s time was due
Out of eternal night where no dawn broke,
Came a pale new light and the dreamer woke.

In moments clean and clear the echo bounces back,
With a lonesome sound down an endless track,
We are born to time and light
Clay and stone
A fleeting glance
Skin and bones

And the world is wrapped in wind,
And the fields are filled with dust.
That collect in rising rings,
Of perfect loneliness,
Perfect loneliness.

So for now let the dream and the world entwine,
Gather in while we can for a given time,
All that is fragile, fleeting or that shines.
Dreaming.

I belong to you and you belong to me,
But we are drops of rain in a moving sea,
Perhaps that is the reason, we stand at the gap,
Relieved to hear,
The echo bouncing back.

And the world is wrapped in wind,
And the fields are filled with mist.
Could there be a waking wonder,
More beautiful than this,
More beautiful than this?

So for now let the dream and the world entwine,
Gather in while we can for a given time,
All that is fragile, fleeting or that shines.
Dreaming.

And the world is wrapped in wind,
And the fields are filled with stone,
And it’s only because we leave,
That we can come home,
We can come on home.

So for now let the dream and the world entwine,
Gather in while we can for a given time,
All that is fragile, fleeting or that shines.
Dreaming.

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