Willow

In the light of moon, nights cry out in sympathy, it will be happening soon, no matter what we sing, winds come wild and wintery, sweeten our little dreams, what's wrong with a tune dancing in worlds's symmetry, will make our features bloom, like luck or anything, when we become all shivery, that's the stone to fling, always ready for a feud, remind us when we're guilty, waiting for good news, days roll by thruh Spring, was it my effrontery, put a name to this ring, a time now of empathy.