Sparkling trees of silver foam cast shadows soft in winter home Swaying branches breaking sound, lonely forest trembling ground Masquerading leaves of blue run circles round the morning dew
Patterns understood by you, reaching out beyond and before Time, like gold dust, brings mind down to levels hidden underground Say a few words to the wind, that′s all that's left of winter′s friend Reaching the snow in the days of the cold, casting a spell out of ice Now that you're gone The summer's too long and it seems like the end of my life Beyond and before Sparkling trees of silver foam cast shadows soft in winter home Swaying branches breaking sound, lonely forest trembling ground Masquerading leaves of blue run circles round the morning dew Patterns understood by you, reaching out beyond and before Reaching the snow in the days of the cold, casting a spell out of ice Now that you′re gone The summer′s too long and it seems like the end of my life Beyond and before Time, like gold dust, brings mind down Time, like gold dust, brings mind down
Writer(s): Squire Christopher Russell Edward, Bailey Clive