| Cousins
|
| Long gone the days of which dreams we’re made
|
| Naive in the glow of evergreen
|
| Innocent days of fresh airs and graces
|
| The bruising of hearts, the loosing of races
|
| Passionate days, remember them well
|
| The devil may care of evergreen
|
| We measured success in the stains on the back seat
|
| Our tongues in your mouths, our hands on your heartbeat
|
| Evergreen, sweet evergreen
|
| You are all the love
|
| There’s ever been
|
| You are all to me
|
| And more sweet evergreen
|
| Gentle the breeze that blows through the trees
|
| Caressing the leaves of evergreen
|
| We married in haste, young lambs to the slaughter
|
| We weep in the arms of a favorite daughter
|
| Evergreen, sweet evergreen
|
| You are all the love
|
| There’s ever been
|
| You are all to me
|
| And more sweet evergreen
|
| Here in the wind chill years of our lives
|
| We dwell in the shade of evergreen
|
| Stirring the last of the slow burning embers
|
| Counting our way through a year of Decembers
|
| Evergreen, sweet evergreen
|
| You are all the love
|
| There’s ever been
|
| You are all to me
|
| And more sweet evergreen
|
| Sweet evergreen
|
| You are all the love
|
| There’s ever been
|
| You are all to me
|
| And more sweet evergreen |