Monday, December 1, 2014


Damp dark Monday. Lyrical mind still asleep. Time to compose a new arrangement for The Dream. Ian Anderson at my side ready to go. Pot of coffee poured. I'm thinkin' a smokey peyote washed intro then........



The Dream
Graeme Edge

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 flaying
 Come to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying

 And 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


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