Drifting Dreaming Skylight Ceiling, Waxing Waning Singing Playing
Walking through the garden, we venture on beyond the gate.
Quiet as a graveyard, the hours getting late
Blanket in the shadow, God had made the light and darkness too
Walking through the meadows,
Walking from the misty blue
Fortunately, I have you by my side
Remembering this moment, remembering this night
I will hold you and when the fire dies,
Remember this moment, Remember this night.