(ronnie lane, rod stewart)

Last night i was woken by my cry
Had a dream just as plain as you and i
Saw the morning sun on a woodland in the spring
Still hear the echo crashing through the trees
Oh when i saw you down i fell upon my knees

You and i we were wearing southern grey
I called to you but i used another name
I beat the ground and i cried out in your pain
Through a scarlet door i watched you slipping away
And your brother's helpless prayers were all in vain

Last night i was woken by my cry