Nights in white satin never reaching the end Letters I've written never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before Just what the
I see it all through my window it seems Never failing like millions of bees All that is wrong No time will be won All they need to do-o-o-o What can be
Tuesday afternoon, I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away. Something, calls to me, The trees
