Lording the poor mortal as he goes
Then surely one of us must know
The naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud
He can never be like the thought of a rose
Is it too late?
Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows
Who can see them turning to the face of love?
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
Oh is it too late to change the way
And the tears which well beneath his sombre shroud
"Oh, oh one more chance''
Is it too late to change the way
We're bound to go?
Whose beauty remains even when the bloom goes?
Though I hear them pleading with me, "Don't let us die''
And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry
As I sit, I can see their troubled souls wander by
Then surely one of us must know
"Oh, oh one more chance''
We're bound to go?
