(Justin Hayward)

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cause when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew,
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must choose.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew,
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew, To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our soul.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cause when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

(Justin Hayward)

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.

'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through
They can't understand.

And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you
Oh, how, I love you.

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.

'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you
Oh, how, I love you.

'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you
Oh, how, I love you.

(Gary Osborne and Paul Vigrass)

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.

I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky,
And one by one they disappear,
I wish that I was flying with them,
Now you're not here.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on the breeze you blew away.

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way,
You always loved this time of year,
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now,
'cause you're not here,
'cause you're not here,
'cause you're not here.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on the breeze you blew away.

A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes,
As if to hide a lonely tear,
My life will be Forever Autumn,
'cause you're not here,
'cause you're not here,
'cause you're not here.

(Brooker and Reid)

We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd roared out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray.
And so it was, later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.

She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen Vestal virgins
Who're leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well be closed.
And so it was, later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.