Hyperborea

This was a vision, fresh and clear as a mountain stream.

The mind revealing itself to itself.

In my vision I was on the veranda of a vast estate, a palazzo of some fantastic proportion.

There seemed to emanate from it a light from within this gleaming radiant marble.

I'd known this place, I'd in fact been born and raised there.

This was my first return, a reunion with the deepest wellsprings of my being.

(Wandering about, I noticed happily that the house had been immaculately maintained.)

(There'd been added a number of additional rooms but in a way that blended so seamlessly with the original construction one would never detect the difference.)

(Returning to the house's grand foyer there came a knock at the door.)

(My son was standing there.)

He was happy and carefree... clearly living a life of deep harmony and joy.

(We embraced, a warm and loving embrace nothing withheld.)

(We were in this moment, one.)

My vision ended.

And I awoke with a tremendous feeling of optimism and confidence

(In you and your future. That was my vision of you.)

(Part of it is repeated later in the song.)