Letra de Doors Of Sleep

Life is just a reflectionSometime mirrored i nthe pastAs we strive for perfectionWe live until we lastWhere the new might grow with the oldWhere the fool is oft times the wiseEverything has got to be evened outLeaving as without a doubtHome, home from the horizonFar and clearHither to the soft wings sweepFlocks of the memoriesOf the days draw nearThe dove-cote doors of sleepWhich way are they, that come through this sweet lightOf all these homing birdsWhich? with the straightest and the swiftest flightYour words to me, your wordsThe first time I took this girl's handShe was as if for whom I was bornAnd there's more besides a fair morningNeeded for a fair day