Oldfield. Sunlight falling bright over the village garden walls. Moonlight showers gold where living water falls. People walk in splendour under trees hung in starlight.
Oldfield. O my love being your songs to my door. And come and rest inside. While the snow is falling coloured through. The windy world outside the crystal window.
Oldfield. Hey sweet prince I love your hair of darkest violet. Hey sweet prince I love your eyes that twinkle at twilight. Hey you're gonna be a king when the dawn rises from the sea.
Oldfield. I don't want your Apollo of frozen steel. I don't want your lies you teach my children to feel. So keep off my lovers moon or he'll blind thee.
Oldfield. I remember the day when I was the night. And the sun was my eyes in the moon. But I changed into day and the night flew away. And I sang to my lover the moon.