We spend our autumn days, Counting all our gains And stains from plums we eat by the stream And you have a sort of grace, The sun dancing on your face And pages of art you trace on my hand in the sand by the sea, oh my heart... You stopped me in the middle of a There's a weeping willow tree, Christened with a someday dream And with every leaf we follow the breeze Soak up Paris in the rain, Find a school in Copenhagen Painting the seasons, sketching the lines in the city of spires, oh my heart... You stopped me in the middle of a (4xs) Ooh ooh The moon and water keep time, As you recite our rhymes And reasons we feel at peace with our time We feel at peace with our time