Hey, winter has gone
And the leaves weave through the forest
I know that you believe that 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 cannot follow
I played for the queen
She put a 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 travelled upon
I stand where you stood, come out of the woods
Hey, autumn has come
And the wind, scatters the dead leaves
Put my back towards the sun and I will sleep when I am done
You would've choked trying to make it on your own
Well you're twisted out of shape, 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 travelled 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 that through these hands I will receive
A gift all golden and bright
And it returned to me through the morning light