| Ageratum, honeydew
|
| Feel the light, the light feels you
|
| Pearly drop on petal’s brim
|
| Oh, to feel young again
|
| Artemisia in the morning
|
| Silver green, no bloom adorning
|
| Held within each sagey whorl
|
| A diamond dewdrop glowing borne
|
| Oh hail, feel the burning
|
| Deepest, brightest, fervent yearning
|
| Candle flame afraid to show
|
| Shielding it nobody knows
|
| Still the salvia blooms, they blow
|
| Tender, furry, buffaloed
|
| By honeybees and bumble friends
|
| Do they know the fall draws to an end
|
| Fall, fall, blue sky round
|
| Green from the garden soil abounds
|
| My soul it sings so praise the day
|
| My struggling heart might find a way
|
| Spiders and the webs they weave
|
| Out of sight among the eaves
|
| Of the house we live in solid made
|
| That holds the lives we choose to lead
|
| Choose to lead oh choose to lead
|
| I’ve chosen the life I choose to lead
|
| But what but how but why but where
|
| Reaching out I find the air
|
| Ageratum, honeydew
|
| Feel the light, the light feels you
|
| Pearly drop on petal’s brim
|
| Oh, to feel young again
|
| Artemisia in the morning
|
| Silver green, no bloom adorning
|
| Held within each sagey whorl
|
| A diamond dewdrop glowing borne
|
| Oh hail, feel the burning
|
| Deepest, brightest, fervent yearning
|
| Candle flame afraid to show
|
| Shielding it nobody knows
|
| Still the salvia blooms, they blow
|
| Tender, furry, buffaloed
|
| By honeybees and bumble friends
|
| Do they know the fall draws to an end
|
| Fall, fall, blue sky round
|
| Green from the garden soil abounds
|
| My soul it sings so praise the day
|
| My struggling heart might find a way
|
| Spiders and the webs they weave
|
| Out of sight among the eaves
|
| Of the house we live in solid made
|
| That holds the lives we choose to lead
|
| Choose to lead oh choose to lead
|
| I’ve chosen the life I choose to lead
|
| But what but how but why but where
|
| Reaching out I find the air |