If I could paint a sad goodbye;
I'd paint your eyes a clear blue sky.
Pluck you grace from a pale faced moon
And slumber down this tattered room.
If I could find an amber train;
Lord I'd ride it to the bitter end.
Passing hope in the summer bloom;
Passing dreams and a fading tune.
If I should stray amid crimson rose...
Whither angels on wings of gold?
Who for flowers in the month of May?
Who for you on your winter's day?
Who for flowers in the months of May?
Who for you?
I'd paint your eyes a clear blue sky.
Pluck you grace from a pale faced moon
And slumber down this tattered room.
If I could find an amber train;
Lord I'd ride it to the bitter end.
Passing hope in the summer bloom;
Passing dreams and a fading tune.
If I should stray amid crimson rose...
Whither angels on wings of gold?
Who for flowers in the month of May?
Who for you on your winter's day?
Who for flowers in the months of May?
Who for you?