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