I dreamed of you in the desert dust
In a war-torn land condemned
All the way from Mogadishu
To old Jerusalem
See the villages they are burning
Hear the screams of mice and men
Smell that sweet jasmine blooming
Watch the ghost of freedom descend
Well, God is in His heaven
He’s there when the wind does bend
But power and greed and corruptible sin
Is the devil’s dividend
Now, I’m staring at the window
Watching the February clouds ascend
Listening to the last crescendo
Trying to make amends
I hear your voice in honey dew
Your perfect words transcend
All the way from Notting Hill
To the last World’s End