Snowy mountainside With trees on Cold winds blowing by My season Blinded by the light Everything I see Right as rain Dead october daze No reason Lying in the hay With heat on Nearly stuck on you You are rubber I am glue And it doesn't have to take to long to win it back When the bees are sleeping Days of little hours growing longer as we walk Through solemn singing When the has begun we strike a pose And the bells start ringing Past and present lights Are shining Magic carpet rides While dining Blinded by the tides Cold and icy blue Winterland I know this to be A pleasure All is entity No measure This my elegy Find out what it means To me And it doesn't have to take too long to win it back From a time of weeping See children running by with swords and paper hats Hide and seeking And the widows had a gift for stuffing in the cracks In the walls of wailing