Leasves are green are turning brown
This silent wolrd keeps turning round
The simple charm that your beneath
Seems as far as he can be
All i say is show me the way to be as good as this day
Sweet songs blended together it's a remorse for stormy weather
The hand that reaches to my face cloaked in silver and in lace
And all i want is the chance to be a spirit and to be as good as this day