Calling all olive branches
and laid off doves
There is work to do before
we say goodbye
But who can see them turning
to the face of love
Though I hear them pleading
with me, don't let us die
As I sit I can see their
troubled souls wander by
And I feel them leaning
on my shoulder to cry
Oh, one more chance
Naked tree of winter seems
to stand so proud
Lording the poor mortal
as he goes
And the tears which well
beneath his somber shroud
Will they fall with the shame
of somebody who knows
He can never be like
the thought of a rose
Whose beauty remains
even when the bloom goes
Oh, oh, one more chance
Or is it too late to change
the ways we're bound to go
Is it too late, there's surely
one of us must know
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Is it too late to change
the ways we're bound to go
Is it too late, there's surely
one of us must know
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Is it too late, there's surely
one of us must know
Is it too late to change
the ways we're bound to go
Is it too late, there's surely
one of us must know