A ballad plays soft meloncholy blue Amid a treasure of red gold and maroon An Autumn evening had birthed a harvest moon as the winds kicked up in a song of Gods truth Reflecting like a mirror I looked back upon a day When the Summer winds sang of glory And we found a sunlit way As the earth slowly turns and shadows dance a dance unrehearsed A pitter-patter of crystal raindrops falls upon my tin roof Reflecting a day so vivid and clear As I light a candle as if you were here As I peer from my window calling out to my youthful days A soft piano sonata plays in a shadow of grey