When the city of Atlantis. Stood serene above the sea. Long time before our time. When the world was free. Those were the days. . Golden cymbals flying.
It is a cold winter. Away is the songbird. And gone is her traveller. She waits at home. . The sun is on holiday. No leaves on the trees. The animals sleep.
I do believe, I must believe,. I think I can begin again.. Become again the man I was back when.. So I'm walking on your streets again,. Feeling now as I did then,.