Dawn is a feeling A beautiful ceiling The smell of grass Just makes you pass into a dream You're here today No future fears This day will last a thousand
I see it all through my window it seems Never failing, like millions of bees All that is wrong No time will be won All they need to do What can be done
The trees are drawing me near, I've got to find out why? Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh. Evening has come to pass, The time
Nights in white satin Never reaching the end Letters I've written Never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed With these eyes before Just what the
Balloons flying, children sighing, What a day to go kite flying. Breeze's cool, away from school, Cowboys fighting out a duel. Time seems to stand quite
When the sun goes down, And the clouds all frown, Night has begun for the sunset. See it with your eyes, Earth's re-energized, By the sun's rays everyday
Dawn is a feeling, a beautiful ceiling, The smell of grass just makes you pass into a dream. You're here today, no future fears, This day will last a
I see it all through my window it seems, Never failing, like millions of bees. Pull out the drawer, no time to be won, Only to do, what can be done.
Tuesday, afternoon, I'm just beginning to see, Now I'm on my way, It doesn't matter to me, Chasing the clouds away. Something, calls to me, The trees
Red is grey and yellow white, But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion? Pinprick holes in a colourless sky, Let insipid figures of light pass