[00:13.14]Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves
[00:18.90]There is work to do before we say good-bye
[00:25.95]And who can see them turning to the face of love?
[00:29.25]Though I hear them pleading with me, "Don't let us die"
[00:38.04]As I sit, I can hear the troubled souls wander by
[00:44.43]And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry
[00:54.33]Oh one more chance
[00:57.57]Naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud
[01:04.17]Lording the poor mortal as it goes
[01:09.63]And the tears which well beneath the somber shroud
[01:16.05]Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows?
[01:23.97]He can never be like the thought of a rose
[01:29.10]Who beauty remains even when the bloom goes
[02:00.66]Oh one more chance
[02:40.44]Or is it too late
[02:46.32]To change the way we're bound to go?
[02:52.80]Or is it too late?
[03:01.38]Surely one of us must know