Hey, Winter has gone and the leaves weave through the forest I know that you believe that through these hands i will receive a gift all golden and bright and it returned to me through the morning light
Hey, brother of mine Will you go where i cannot follow I played for the queen she put a scar upon my skin and twisted out of shape asking for more Well i'm twisted out of shape knocking at your door your door
Chorus:
Come down from the trees you've been gone too long return to the house that you came from turn back on the road you travelled upon I stand where you stood, come out of the woods
Hey, autumn has come and the wind, scatters the dead leaves put my back towards the sun and i will sleep when i am done you would've choked trying to make it on your own Well you're twisted out of shape, my you've grown, you've grown
Hey, Winter has gone and the leaves weave through the forest I know that you believe that through these hands i will receive a gift all golden and bright nd it returned to me through the morning light