Strangers
SALLY ANNE OLDFIELD, MICHAEL GORDON OLDFIELD
We're looking for the strangers
With sunlight in their eyes
Who lived on earth
When man was new
When time was just a coloured dew
That grew inside their minds
There was a time upon the earth
When men were all of noble birth
And beautiful and fair
There was a world within their brain
That grew from love as summer rain
In their eyes that wandered free