(Sandy Denny)  Calling all olive branches and laid off doves  There is work to do before we say goodbye  But who can see them turning to the face of love  Though I hear them pleading with me, don't let us die  As I sit I can see their troubled souls wander by  And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry  Oh, one more chance  Naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud  Lording the poor mortal as he goes  And the tears which well beneath his somber shroud  Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows  He can never be like the thought of a rose  Whose beauty remains, even when the bloom goes  Oh, oh, one more chance  Or is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go  Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know  Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go  Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know  Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know  Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go  Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know