Voices - Druid

Do we still believe our dreams in the morning

As the sun shines day upon the ground

As the shadows of the night that are our witness

Are retreating, to the sound, of a million bird songs ringing

Telling the story, to me of long nights' dreams?

When we wake do we find ourselves forgotten

By the ones we were with?

…so it seems

Are they really there or are they just our hoping?

Do we know, which is a dream?

There’s a million bird songs ringing

Telling the story, to me of long nights' dreams.

As we move we move towards the nearest rainbow

As we journey, we’re reaching for the end

What we find is ours to keep, in the night-time

But dawn decides what’s real and what’s pretend

There’s a million voices singing

Telling the story, to me of long nights' dreams.