spoken when the white eagle of the north is flying overhead the browns reds and golds of autumn lie in the gutter dead remember then that summer birds with wings of fire flaying come to witness spring s new hope born of leaves decaying as new life will come from death love will come at leisure love of love love of life and giving without measure gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen live hand in hand and together we ll stand on the threshold of a dream