Hey! Winter has gone - and the leaves weave
through the forest.
I know that you believe -
and 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 her 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).
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 traveled upon.
I stand where you stood.
Come out of the woods.
Hey! Autumn has come - and the wind scatters the dead leaves.
I put my back toward the sun - and I will sleep when I am done.
You would have choked trying to make it on your own.
Well you're twisted out of shape - and my, you've grown (you've grown).
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 traveled upon.
I stand where you stood.
Come out of the woods.
Hey! Winter has gone - and the leaves weave through the forest.
I know that you believe -
and through these hands I will receive -
a gift all golden and bright.
And it returned to me through the morning light.
I know that you believe -
and 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 her 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).
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 traveled upon.
I stand where you stood.
Come out of the woods.
Hey! Autumn has come - and the wind scatters the dead leaves.
I put my back toward the sun - and I will sleep when I am done.
You would have choked trying to make it on your own.
Well you're twisted out of shape - and my, you've grown (you've grown).
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 traveled upon.
I stand where you stood.
Come out of the woods.
Hey! Winter has gone - and the leaves weave through the forest.
I know that you believe -
and through these hands I will receive -
a gift all golden and bright.
And it returned to me through the morning light.
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