Из альбома: Eldorado: A Symphony by the Electric Light Orchestra
The dreamer, the unworken fool,
In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow
The love of ages fills the head
The days that linger there in prey of emptiness,
Of burned out dreams
The minutes calling through the years
The universal dreamer rises up above his earthly burden
Journey to the dead of night
High on a hill in eldorado