The silver rain will hide my tears away,
Recalling minutes, seconds lost, I sigh,
Bless, carry golden dreams of yesterday.
Illusions blindly led my path astray,
In empty spaces, broken voices lie,
The silver rain will hide my tears away.
Remember laughter during endless days,
While standing in that field of yellow rye,
Bless, carry golden dreams of yesterday.
Blow, Absaroka wind, the song my way,
That simple rhyme, told under clear, blue sky,
The silver rain will hide my tears away.
Alive, awake by night past hours of play,
Enchanted by bright stars and asking why,
Bless, carry golden dreams of yesterday.
Oh, summer storm, don't lift your veil, I pray,
A fleeting moment, time to say goodbye,
The silver rain will hide my tears away,
Bless, carry golden dreams of yesterday.
