Lyrics: Mike Oldfield
Vocals: Luke Spiller
”About releasing the ashes of a person I never met on a small island in the Exumas.”
You may see a white bird
In a clear blue sky
I’m dreaming in the wind
Flying high
There’s a whispering sound
In the air all around
I’m dreaming in the wind
As the sun goes down
You may see a bight star
In a clear night sky
I’m dreaming in the wind
As the earth rolls by
There’s a silver light
As the bird takes flight
I’m dreaming in the wind
As the day turns to night
You may hear the wind sigh
On a mountain high
I’m dreaming in the wind
I belong to the sky
On a distant shore
There’s no one no more
I’m dreaming in the wind
I’m at heaven’s door
There’s a new sunrise (there’s a new sunrise)
In the crimson skies
I’m dreaming in the wind (I’m dreaming in the wind)
As the white bird cries (as the white bird cries)
See the silver light (silver light)
As the bird takes flight
As the day turns to night
Dreaming in the wind
Dreaming
I’m dreaming in the wind
Dreaming in the wind
Dreaming
Dreaming in the wind
[guitar solo]
Dreaming in the wind
Dreaming
I’m dreaming in the wind
Dreaming in the wind
Dreaming
Dreaming in the wind
Dreaming in the wind
Dreaming
I’m dreaming in the wind
