Hey, winter has gone and the leaves weave through the forest
I know that you believe and through these hands I will receive
A gift all golden and bright
And it returned to me through the morning light
Hey, brother of mine, will you go where I can not follow?
I played for the Queen, she put her scar upon my skin
And twisted out of shape asking for more
Well, I'm twisted out of shape knocking at your door, your door
Come down from the trees, you've been gone too long
Return to the house that you came from
Turn back on the road you traveled upon
I stand where you stood
Come out of the woods
Hey, autumn has come and the wind scatters the dead leaves
I put my back toward the sun and I will sleep when I am done
You would of choked trying to make it on your own
Well, you're twisted out of shape and my, you've grown, you've grown
Come down from the trees, you've been gone too long
Return to the house that you came from
Turn back on the road you traveled upon
I stand where you stood
Come out of the woods
Hey, winter has gone and the leaves weave through the forest
I know that you believe and through these hands I will receive
A gift all golden and bright
And it returned to me through the morning light
