here I stand acting like a silly clown would I don't know why would anybody like to try the changes I'm going through a hidden lie would fortify something that don't exist but it ain't so bad I'm just a lad so many more things to do I intend to come right through them all with you my songs are merely dreams visiting my mind we talk a while by a crooked stile you're lucky to catch a few there's no magic wand in a perfumed hand it's a pleasure to be true in my crystal halls a feather falls being beautiful just for you but that might not be quite true that's up to you dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake a strange young girl sang her songs for me and left 'fore the day was born that dark princess with saddening jest she lowered her eyes of woe and I felt her sigh I wouldn't like to try the changes she's going through but I hope love comes right through them all with you