Statistics: Favorite track from the "Golden Era" albums by Yes

In her white lace, You could clearly see the lady sadly looking, Saying that she'd take the blame, For the crucifixion of her own domain

Ours, entrance we surely carry on, And change the passing of the sun

Sharp distance, How can the wind with its arms all around me? Sharp distance, How can the wind with so many around me? I feel lost in the city

I'll be the roundabout, The words will make you out-and-out, I spend the day your way, Call it morning driving through the sound and in and out the valley

Stand and fight, we do consider, Reminded of an inner pact between us, that's seen as we go

Were we ever warmer on that day? A million miles away, It seemed from all of eternity

Like leaves we touch, we see, We will know the story, As autumn calls we'll both remember, All those many years ago

Past all mortal as we, Here we can be

Schindleria Praematurus

Soon oh soon the light, Pass within and soothe the endless night, And wait here for you, Our reason to be here

Cha-cha-cha, cha-cha!

Speak to me of summer, Long winters longer than time can remember, The setting up of other roads

Better men have realised alone is not a venture, A peaceful man would realise alone is no adventure, Just to hide away, hide away

To be over, we will see, to be over

Tell the moon, don't tell the marcher/ He Is Here, He Is Here/ Look around, Look around

I've seen all good people turn their heads each day, So satisfied I'm on my way

Even Siberia goes through the motions, Hold out and hold up

And I heard a million voices singing, Acting to the stories

Get the idea, Cross around the track, Underneath the flank, Of a thoroughbred racing chaser

Nous sommes du soleil, Du soleil

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning And you and I reach over the sun for the river And you and I climb clearer towards the movement And you and I called over valleys of endless sea

Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory, All in all, the journey takes you all the way, As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known

Did we really tell lies? Letting in the sunshine, Did we really count to one hundred?

Parallel our heights, Display our rights, And wrongs and always keep it strong

I had to leave, to hear your wonderous stories, Had to hear your wonderous stories

What happened, To this song, We once knew so well?

A short instrumental composition with keyboards as the centerpiece.

A fast, sharp, almost aggressive instrumental piece dominated by drums and bass

The sun can warm the coldest dawn, And move the movement on the lawn

A short acoustic instrumental recorded by Steve Howe

Gentle and melodic fingerstyle on acoustic guitar, influenced by classical and Spanish guitar music

Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far, Lost in losing circumstances, that's just where you are