Woke up in rainy autumn,
Morning mist beginning to wane.
And the birds of the winged treees,
Calling my name.
Care-less the clouds a--bove me,
The wind is gently lifting my hair.
Where the rivers of the wind fall light rain,
Now stand bare.
Chorus:
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 a--while,
Pondering the motion of time.
Over unforgotten memories,
Dipped in wine.
Chorus:
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.
Chorus:
Listen to the flowing streams,
Golden in the shelter of my dreams,
Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love.