Where are you? Where are you? Who shares the frying pan with you I move forward, these days forward Did you stay, did security kick in? Stags bellow in the Royal Park I watch them throw their heads back All hiding in the autumn mist Oh lord I love this time of year I love this time of year So where are you And who are you Are you big waves, big sea, Atlantic blue I kept moving, little nomad Do you remember how that gypsy soul was you? Stags bellow in the Royal Park I watch them throw their heads back All hiding in the autumn mist Oh lord I love this time of year I love this time of year It takes me back to a time when you would come around And throw your arms over my shoulders and dance me 'round We'd sparkle and spiral right into and through each other And then back to the ground And all of my riches I would give All of my poetry, all my songs I'm yet to sing And all my words, all my secrets, all my riches Everything I have just to feel that love like that Could come around again Gonna come around again It'll come around again It could come around again Can you come around again Will you come around again Will you come around again