Авторы: Chris Squire, Clive Bailey
Sparkling trees of silver foam Cast shadows in winter home Swaying branches breaking sound Lonely forest trembling ground. Masquerading leaves of blue run circles round the morning dew Patterns understood by youreaching out beyond and before. Timelike gold dustbrings mind down to hidden levels underground Say a few words to the windthat's all that's left of winter's friend. Reaching the snow in the days of the coldcasting a spell out of ice. Now that you're gone The summer's too long and it seems like the end of my life Beyond and before. Timelike gold dustbrings mind down.