(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