Once when I was thirty-one I woke in the dead of night And heard the vastness of the snowfall outside Slipped downstairs in my bare feet Soon forgotten
Hey love Is that the name you're meant to have For me to call Look love They've given up believing They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall
Little child, be not afraid The rain pounds harsh against the glass Like an unwanted stranger There is no danger I am here tonight Little child Be not
Why am I walking barefoot Upon this road with no one around I close my eyes to this decision The night's like coffee to my tongue Like waking up without
of a voice and a smile Images of landscape, cloaked in forest green Like your life unfolding mile by mile A fierce embrace, a word of thanks A cheerful whistle, and hours
Soon, love, soon Soon, love, soon Soon, love, soon There'll be a fire burning in the temple of our peace (Soon love soon) There'll be the soaring voice
Nightfall we're brushing past your town Destination not you my one The driver doesn't know way down How deep these bright-eyed feelings run I've no intention
The one who survives by making the lives Of others worthwhile She's coming apart Tight before my eyes The one who depends on the services she renders