In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars, they were among my dreams;
In rustling conflict through the skies,
I heard, I saw the flashes drive,
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am alive;
Before I see another day,
Oh let my body die away!
And, of course, a Flock of Seagulls:
A cloud appears above your head;
A beam of light comes shining down on
you,
Shining down on you.
The cloud is moving nearer still.
Aurora
borealis comes in view;
Aurora comes in view.