Turn of the Century

Like leaves we touch, we learn
We once knew the story
As winter calls he will starve,
All but to see the stone be life.












Like leaves we touched, we danced
We once knew the story
As autumn called and we both,
Remembered all those many years ago
I'm sure we know..

Did her eyes at the turn of the century,
Tell me plainly
When we meet, how we'll look,
As we smile time will leave me cleary.