(John Curulewski)
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