Lyrics

I dreamed a song, but when I woke, the words had slipped away
And left me with a sad refrain in the bitter light of day
I mourned the loss of word and rhyme, my tune had fled and gone
What the night had freely given had been stolen by the dawn

I dreamed of you again last night upon that starry hill
I took your hand and said, "My friend, you know I miss you still"
Again I woke, again I wept to know I'll never see
Your face again, or touch your hand, except in memory

(Bridge:)
No door ever closes, I've ofttimes heard it said
But another door will open up, and so we move ahead
As I reach to turn the key, I take a piece of the past and carry it with me

Now as I write another song from my old dream refrain
I feel your presence close at hand and I'm at peace again
For part of you remains with me, like half-remembered dreams of songs
The past, the future, draw together and I carry on

The past, the future, draw together and they keep me strong