Circles - Blonde On Blonde

leasves are green are turning brown

this silent wolrd keeps turning round

the simple charm that your beneath

all i say is show me the way to be as good as this day

sweet songs blended together it’s a remorse for stormy weather

the hand that reaches to my face cloaked in silver and in lace

and all i want is the chance to be a spirit and to be as good as this day