Crown of leaves, high in the window on a cold morning Young today, old as a railroad tomorrow Days are just drops in the river to be lost always Only you, only you, you know
Years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly Gone you know, held to another like clutched ivy On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence Only you, only you, you know
You hesitate so my memory fades, I'll hold to the first one I wouldn't turn to another you say, on the long night we've made Let it go
Speak to me slow my dear No ghost of course in here Pleased to be lonesome quiet and clear All is alone in here