| Hey! |
| Winter has gone — and the leaves weave through the forest
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| I know that you believe —
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| And through these hands I will receive —
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| A gift all golden and bright
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| And it returned to me through the morning light
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| Hey! |
| Brother of mine — will you go where I can not follow?
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| I played for the Queen —
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| She put her scar upon my skin —
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| And twisted out of shape asking for more
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| Well I’m twisted out of shape knocking at your door (your door)
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| Come down from the trees — you’ve been gone too long
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| Return to the house that you came from
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| Turn back on the road you traveled upon
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| I stand — wasted
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| Come out of the woods
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| Hey! |
| Autumn has come — and the wind scatters the dead leaves
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| I put my back toward the sun — and I will sleep when I am done
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| You would have choked trying to make it on your own
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| Well you’re twisted out of shape — and my, you’ve grown (you've grown)
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| Come down from the trees — you’ve been gone too long
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| Return to the house that you came from
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| Turn back on the road you traveled upon
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| I stand — wasted
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| Come out of the woods
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| Hey! |
| Winter has gone — and the leaves weave through the forest
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| I know that you believe —
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| And through these hands I will receive —
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| A gift all golden and bright
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| And it returned to me through the morning light |