A Day - Styx

Woke up in rainy autumn

Morning mist beginning to wane

And the birds of the winged trees

Calling my name

Care less the clouds above me

The wind is gently lifting my hair

Where the rivers of the wind fall light rain

Now stand bare

Listen to the flowing streams

Golden in the shelter of my dreams

Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love

Walk alone through the garden

The leaves are wet with morning’s tear

And the whispering of someone

Is drawing me near

Content to rest awhile

Pondering the motion of time

Over unforgotten memories

Dipped in wine

Listen to the flowing streams

Golden in the shelter of my dreams

Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love

The god of dusk is falling around me

The night air now restless and dank

Yet the fields are specked with flowers

Few and rank

Moon reflecting off the water

Rippling an image to me

Of the way that it is

And the way that it’s going to be

Listen to the flowing streams

Golden in the shelter of my dreams

Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love