I recall the fleeting glimpse
Of light
That smiled across a sky
Of darkest grey
And a summer dress of cotton
Gently moved in fields of green
I tiptoed silently
I tried to hear
What she may say
You must follow
You must follow
What good is love
That never sees the flame?
What good are grey clouds
That never turn to rain?
It doesn't matter
She says no-one turns away
Always chase your wildest dream
Just to hear
What she may say
You must follow
Oh-oh, you must follow
You must follow
You must follow
What good is love
That never sees the flame?
What good are grey clouds
That never turn to rain?
It doesn't matter
If she says no-one turns away
Always chase you wildest dream
Just to hear
What she may say
You must follow
Oh-oh, you must follow
Yeah, you've got to follow
You must follow
Oh, you must follow