Dreams from the days of others Green fields walk out today, push the wheel, come what may Gleam from the ways of suffering, suffering Choose those who can wait, pull the years past the gate Steal from the ways of nothing, nothing Just leave all that can stay, light the reels, light the way Dreams from the days of suffering, suffering White flowers walk out today, push the fields that we've made Dreams from the days of others, fathers White light washes away, break the wheels, come what may