The Seventh Sphere

In another space and time We are living other lives Through the mist of dreams we fly To a world of sound and light

The birds are singing in the trees The birds are singing inside me

Purple shells and moonlight tides Forming waves on which we ride To the music of the spheres The seventh circle draws us near

The wind is blowing through the trees The wind is blowing inside me

I follow the breeze, and sway through the trees I chase the wandering sea, to the circle of love

Through the curtain I can see A veil is lifted up for me In another space and time We are living other lives

Can you hear the sound within It's calling you, come home again Come home again Come home again