The leave's turned red In the meadow of the dead springtime laid to bed, away to loose my head A shadow in the night without a soul to bear The cold winds do not care, they live for your despair
I know I know I know we all grow old and that heart of gold will go cold but I promise you my dear we will run out of here Through the lonely road, the lonely road And that hill so clear with you I'm here You my dear
In a land with no dream but a winter's fantasy and the fleet of frozen trees, looking for the means to be free Is there anybody here, I'm finding that old fear for why we run every day I aint brave enough anyway
I know I know I know we all grow old and that heart of gold will go cold but I promise you my dear we will run out of here Through the lonely road, the lonely road And that hill so clear with you I'm here You my dear
So now the end is near and I'm feeling that old fear and I fall in your embrace, together we will meet our fate and I know you'll fly with me, together we will be free and my soul will find relief
I know I know I know we all grow old and that heart of gold will go cold but I promise you my dear we will run out of here Through the lonely road, the lonely road And that hill so clear with you I'm here You my dear /