Hey! Winter has gone - and the leaves weave through the forest. I know that you believe - and through these hands I will receive - a gift all golden and bright. And it returned to me through the morning light. Hey! Brother of mine - will you go where I can not follow? I played for the Queen - she put her scar upon my skin - and twisted out of shape asking for more. Well I'm twisted out of shape knocking at your door (your door). Come down from the trees - you've been gone too long. Return to the house that you came from. Turn back on the road you traveled upon. I stand - wasted. Come out of the woods. Hey! Autumn has come - and the wind scatters the dead leaves. I put my back toward the sun - and I will sleep when I am done. You would have choked trying to make it on your own. Well you're twisted out of shape - and my, you've grown (you've grown). Come down from the trees - you've been gone too long. Return to the house that you came from. Turn back on the road you traveled upon. I stand - wasted. Come out of the woods. Hey! Winter has gone - and the leaves weave through the forest. I know that you believe - and through these hands I will receive - a gift all golden and bright. And it returned to me through the morning light.