Flying high above the clouds, we lay in the grassy meadow The earth was like a pillow for our dreams Trials never entered into any conversation That was the relation of our dreams But as a change in the wind must come Over the mountain And the seasons roll under the sun Passing the shadows of our dreams Flying high above the clouds, we lay in the grassy meadow The earth was like a pillow, for our dreams Trials never entered into any conversation That was the relation of our dreams But as a change in the wind must come Over the mountain And the seasons roll under the sun Passing the shadow of our dreams Ah, ah, fine lady of the north Like silver on the ocean shore Flying breeze, whispers through the trees