When the white eagle of the north is flying overhead
The browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in gutter , dead
Remember then, htat summer birds with wings of fire flaying
Came to witness springs new hope, born of leaves decaying
Just 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 of a promise almost seen
Live hand-in-hand and together we'll stand on the threshold of a dream
Writer(s): Graeme Edge
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