Here i stand acting like a silly clown would,
i don't know why would anybody like to try
the changes i'm going through ?
a hidden lie would fortify
something that don't exist
but it ain't so bad, i'm just a lad,
so many more things to do,
i intend to come right through them all with you.
My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind
we talk a while by a crooked stile,
you're lucky to catch a few.
there's no magic wand in a perfumed hand,
it's a pleasure to be true.
in my crystal halls a feather falls
being beautiful just for you
but that might not be quite true, that's up to you.
Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake
a strange young girl sang her songs for me
and left 'fore the day was born.
that dark princess with saddening jest
she lowered her eyes of woe,
and i felt her sigh, i wouldn't like to try
the changes she's going through
but i hope love comes right through them all with you.