Besedila: Moody Blues. Strange Times. All That is Real is You.

All the world over I've searched for a dream
I've found out that life is not what it seems
I've seen all the wonders the world has to give
But all that is real is you

All of the silver and all of the gold
Are worthless to me, lifeless and cold
I've known all the treasure a man can possess
But all that is real is you

So bring me back home, my love my love
Oh how I need you
Take me back home, my love, my love
Oh how I love you

Even the place where my heart used to fly
The warm summer breeze, the wild seabirds cry
And all are illusions and all just a dream
'Cause all that is real is you

So bring me back home my love, my love
Oh how I need you
Take me back home my love, my love
Oh how I love you

All the world over I've searched for a dream
I've found out that life is not what it seems
I've seen all the wonders the world has to give
But all that is real is you, 'cause all that is real is you