Justin Hayward and Ray Thomas
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The sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls
Of me, of me

In the garden of her love I'll stay awhile
To be, to be
What the seeds of her thoughts once mean to me
Come see, come see

Visions of paradise
In cloudless skies I see
Rainbows on the hill
Blue onyx on the sea
Come see

And the sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls
Of me, of me