The dreamer, the unwoken fool
In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow
The love of ages fills the head
The days that linger there
In prey of emptiness, of burned out dreams
The minutes calling through the years
The universal dreamer rises up above his earthly burden
Journey to the dead of night
High on a hill in Eldorado.
Eldorado Overture - Electric Light Orchestra
Next to that would probably be:
The Painted ladies of the Avalon, playing their song,
Take to the road, to the north their lies the chills of cold,
To the south, there lies the tales untold,
But in between there lies the place to close your eyes.
And I will stay, I'll not be back, Eldorado.
I will be free of the world, Eldorado.