At the rise of the white moon,
our father speaks to us;
so let your dreams run free.
In the hours of the night
when you lie fast asleep,
let those dreams run free.
There is time in the sun,
where you and I run,
so stay patient, darling.
For the same love that draws
the white moon toward us,
will also draw us home.
Beneath beautiful rainbows
and high flying eagles,
we wait for perfections,
holding your hand in mine
we walk and we listen
waiting for song and pictures
The red fires of sunrise,
and the circle of scars,
and precious oaths I sing
Enclosed inside our dreams, laughters
And yellow memories we kept
the pictures of
you and me.
