(John Lees)
Lost generations out of place
Hidden from our eyes
Your beauty, your grace
Lovely visions from before our birth
And the pictures, say origin earth
I never lost my heart to anyone
But I lost my heart today
And now your secret's ours
We've got to try
Somehow we must find a way
Dream fields of green and blue, blue sky
Rivers of gold and mountains so high
Visions haunt now like an ancient curse
And the pictures, say origin earth
I never lost my heart to anyone
But I lost my hear
T today
And now your secret's ours
We've got to try
Look for the sun star, no matter how far
Somehow we'll find a way
Somehow we'll find a way
Somehow we'll find a way
To go home
Star bright, your light
Guiding us back to a new tomorrow
Star bri
Ght, your light
Bringing us peace and an end to sorrow