From the recording Volume 1
Lyrics
Clear blue morning
Went cold grey
Leaves turned red and fell away
You held your head high
Just above the water line
And I saw something like
A sunbeam in your eye
That winding highway
Did not go our way
Had us in need of
A soft shoulder
We won't play games like
What would it have been like
Just keep our heads right
And move down the line
If the ghosts go running through your mind
Keep your faith in the pale light
We'll be ready when the springtime
Falls into our hands
Clear blue morning
Went cold grey
Leaves turned red and fell away
You held your head high
Just above the water line
And I saw something like
A sunbeam in your eye