frail deeds in a green bay

you let the time flow out like golden sand
what changes is what you can't always see
the music and the magic both are bland
you let the time flow out like golden sand

what's truth is what you cannot understand
a shadow lengthens under every tree
you let the time flow out like golden sand
what changes is what you can't always see

long time ago you loved to dance and spree
so much that happened passed under your eye
you were too proud to bow or bend the knee
long time ago you loved to dance and spree

the things you wanted were not ones to be
counted and summed up beneath cloudy sky
long time ago you loved to dance and spree
so much that happened passed under your eye

we catch the sparrow only on the fly
a pair of cardinals sleeps in the wood
not one of you would ever pass us by
we catch the sparry only on the fly

we feel the autumn air so cold and dry
nothing of this you could have understood
we catch the sparrow only on the fly
a pair of cardinals sleeps in the wood

another morning will do us no good
all that you think of goes into the night
each face is shadowed in the heavy hood
another morning will do us no good

what happens is not only that you could
set all the errors of the past aright
another morning will do us no good
all that you think of goes into the night

a moment passes and we mourn the light
day holds us briefly in its golden hand
the sun drops swiftly from its noonday height
a moment passes and we mourn the light

the choice we made required a better sight
than this one over a forgotten land
a moment passes and we mourn the light
day holds us briefly in its golden hand