You me, me you, when will we be   Love goes on, no hurry, tell me   That I know whatever has to be      Since dreams have their reasons anyway   All the good love stories have their glory   Your's the winds flowing on and on and on and on   And on and on      Let the winter winds of old   Take the water to the sea   As the man turned into light   Like the forest of the west      They were carrying the fire   Like the boats that sail the waves   In the gardens of belief   Meditate us turn the key      For if trouble shares your tears   Re-returning once again and again and again and again   Re-returning once again and again and again and again      For the many to be sure   That's why children seem to know the reason why   True knowledge of believing is believing      I'll find a truth and then believe it to the end   It seems so easy as my life and I begin to know why   Are we to everything a play within a play