An unseen force behind the turning leaves. Drives them all vermillion and green. You never gave up on me somehow. And I don't know why I haven't turned by now.
Lover lift me up, high enough. To see the star of gold. In the heart of the climbing rose. . And how she knows, what to hold. And what to leave behind, but close.
Dawn brought a wild light, back into her tired eyes. Like violets, opening her eyelids to the light. Oh, she was golden, I caught her still glowing. I told you where we're goin' girl, we're off for a dark country ride.
Has she found a way to make her man work out rite?. And has she found a way to let her man into her life?. Has she found a way to teach her man some control?.
On a summer day, you can hear her call. But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall. On a summer day, you can hear her call. But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall.
The first hint of morning, someone's snoring. The cat upstairs is yawning and calling her name. She's in a playful way and a venomous mood. When she bites my ear, it's just for fun.
Everywhere you turn you are. Surrounded by the sound of winter's song. Everything is frozen and, only the swans. Have chosen to be strong. . The skies are all a big commotion.
Down poured the Heavens. Down fell my love. The brightest of beings. Cast from above. . When into my darkness. I praise the God sublime. Who let this fallen angel.
If I was a white horse. And offered you a ride. Through a black forest. . If we took a strange course. Promised you a danger. For a while. . Ooh, ooh.
She has a way that is beautiful to behold. Movements of silence and calm. A universe of life folded up inside her. A symphony of strangeness and charm.
And where we go from here is anybody's guess. These thoughts I've got inside ain't easy to confess. My hand upon my heart, I draw a little breath. . 'Cos I've fallen down.