The first word in my dreams   I could clearly see   Planet Eden high beyond the skies      Beautiful and sad    is this story I'll tell   of the winged travellers eager      'twas one day    the wind guided him where to go   like an eagle high above he flew      Waving from down below   he flew out of sight   into the mystical darkness      Neither a smile nor a cry   I gave when he left   feeling my spleen decline   And hoping   one day we'd fly over   back to the places we once shared      Where vessels glide   in silky waves and of gold   deep in the gulf such planet lies      Surrounded by this universe   of love and hate   confusion breaks through and dwells      Cast a spell   from the old magic book   set a path   in the black magic box   something strange will happen   it will take you so far   So try...      We can fly   We have wings   We can touch floating dreams   Call me from   so far    Through the wind   And the light...      Someone came from the dark   over from the stars   protecting my heart from crying      Taken back by surprise   my traveller returned   What went wrong? Why did he change.