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
but through a scarlet door I watched you slipping away
and your brothers' helpless prayers were all in vain
last night I was woken by my cry
