(Justin Hayward, Ray Thomas)
The sounds in my mind just come to me.
Come see. Come see.
And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls
Of me, of me.
In the garden of her love I'll stay a while,
To be, to be.
What the seeds of my thoughts wants me to be,
Come see. Come see.
Visions of paradise in cloudless skies I see,
Rainbows on the hill, blue onyx on the sea.
Come see.
And the sounds in my mind just come to me.
Come see. Come see.
And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls
Of me, of me.
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