to a forest of flowers I followed my wildest dream . . . to the bottom of the world through the calendar hours I watched by the winding stream . . . for a sign or a song Showers of rain Showers of rain Showers of rain, wash it away Thought of that day, wash it away through the forest of flowers I followed the wildest dream to our beginnings . . in the wild through the calendar hours I sat by a winding stream watching for wings . . and a song Showers of rain Showers of rain Showers of rain, wash it away The thought of that day, wash it away and was that really you Come down the halls of time? You stood before me, once again And said “i love you” And said “i love you” and then disappeared again and was that you tapping on the window pane? In the morning with the sun To say “it's alright” To say “it's alright” then you flew away again . . Through a forest of flowers I carried my wildest dreams The song and the feathers in the box Through a forest of flowers I carried my wildest dream And laid it down again, in the earth Showers of rain Showers of rain Showers of rain, wash it away Thought of that day, wash it away