There were signs up in the sky   When we gathered by the garden wall   Everybody on his best behavior   Listening for the altar call      High priest of Salem in his robes   Ranting out the coming of the Day   Ravens at the gates   Frightening all the visitors away      I lay down by the water   Dreamed a dream of where I come from   Old things made new   Waiting for you      There were wooden wind-chimes rustling   In the trees above the anthills on the dunes   On the high winds we could hear them   Old familiar tunes      The little bit of faith we had once   Like the memory of a movie   They got burned up the great fire   Reassembling itself slowly but surely      I lay down by the water   Dreamed a dream of where I come from   Old things made new   Waiting for you