(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 brothers helpless prayers were all in vain

Last night I was woken by my cry