woke up in rainy autumn   morning mist beginning to wane   and the birds of the winged trees   calling my name      care less the clouds above me   the wind is gently lifting my hair   where the rivers of the wind fall light rain   now stand bare      listen to the flowing streams   golden in the shelter of my dreams   playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love      walk alone through the garden   the leaves are wet with morning's tear   and the whispering of someone   is drawing me near      content to rest awhile   pondering the motion of time   over unforgotten memories   dipped in wine      listen to the flowing streams   golden in the shelter of my dreams   playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love      [extended instrumental solos]      the god of dusk is falling around me   the night air now restless and dank   yet the fields are specked with flowers   few and rank      moon reflecting off the water   rippling an image to me   of the way that it is   and the way that it's going to be      listen to the flowing streams   golden in the shelter of my dreams   playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love