You are the sunshine melting the snow,
You water the seed,
You give what it needs,
The leaves’ll grow,
So give me the sunshine.

High on a hillside you are the breeze,
I used to be small but then I grew tall,
I turned into a tree,
So give me a hillside.

Oh your love has fed the root,
made my blossoms turn to fruit,
Now the days are cold,
The wind begins to blow.

Yeah your love has fed the root,
from my branches fell the fruit,
Now the days are cold,
The wind begins to blow,
Yeah the sun's getting low.

You are the sun,
You are breeze,
I used to be small,
But now I'm a tree.

Honey, times have changed,
We've both been trying,
But it’s time to move on.

The good times, they're not the same,
Maybe baby those good times,
Have been and gone?

In the good old days when life was easy,
We'd be making music all night long,
But honey, times have changed.

In the good old days when life was easy,
In the good old days when we were young,
Waking in the morning, bright ‘n breezy,
We'd be making sweet sweet music,
All night long.

Honey, times have changed.