The Arrival, Cliff McReynolds
The Arrival
Cliff McReynolds

Well I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flyin'
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children cryin' and colors flyin'
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream—all in a dream
The loading had begun—
Flying mother nature's silver seed
To a new home in the sun
Flying mother nature's silver seed
To a new home

       —from After the Gold Rush, by Neil Young