Flying high above the clouds, we lay in the grassy meadow   The earth was like a pillow for our dreams   Trials never entered into any conversation   That was the relation of our dreams      But as a change in the wind must come   Over the mountain   And the seasons roll under the sun   Passing the shadows of our dreams      Flying high above the clouds, we lay in the grassy meadow   The earth was like a pillow, for our dreams   Trials never entered into any conversation   That was the relation of our dreams      But as a change in the wind must come   Over the mountain   And the seasons roll under the sun   Passing the shadow of our dreams      Ah, ah, fine lady of the north   Like silver on the ocean shore   Flying breeze, whispers through the trees