ayo
dream of a land my soul is from
i hear the hand stroke on the drum
shades of delight
call
call you
rich as the night
afro blue
elegant boy
beautiful girl
dancin' for joy
delicate world
two young lovers face to face
with undulating grace
they gently swayed and slip away
to some secluded place
whisperin' trees echo their sighs
passionate pleas
tender replies
lovers in flight
upward they glide
burst at the height
slowly subside
and slumberin' fantasy
assumed reality
until it seems it's not a dream
the two are you and me