Oh the moon hangs down Like some old evening gown Forgotten by some lovely southern maiden
Oh the stars are her tears And the sky a skin of years That she has most graciously given
Now who am i To think that she might bat an eye At my heart that lay so dangerously open
'neath the sweet magnolia tree The world's a fragrant memory And the lady of the night has finally spoken
Chorus: She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows And you drift from place to place and you never know Well is it here that I will stay? Child, you must be on your way For you are now, but you know nothing of your sorrow
So I hover in the breath Between the birthday and the death And the hummingbird, he hovers o're the flower
Though the end is just a guest From one moment to the next I keep thinking there will be a final hour
She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows And you drift from place to place and you never know Well is it here that I will stay? Child, you must be on your way For you are now, but you know nothing of tomorrow
She cries, oh, you are a leaf that the wind blows And you drift from place to place and you never know Well is it here that I will stay? Child, you must be on your way
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