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