When the white eagle
Of the North is flying overhead
And the browns, reds and golds
Of autumn lie in the gutter, dead
Remember then the summer birds
With wings of fire flame
Come to witness springs new hope
Born of leaves decaying
As new life will come from death
Love will come at leisure
Love of love, love of life
And giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn
For promise almost seen
Live hand in hand and together we'll stand
On the threshold of a dream
The Moody Blues
