I was a rock but I've come so far,
From tumbling between the infinite stars,
But oh oh, but no more.

Yeah 'cause time tore the flesh away from the bone,
I was a rock but now I'm a stone,
But I know there’s more.

Yeah I'm made from the mud,
I came from the clay,
The centuries silently sliding away.

Yeah I was a rock but I've come so far,
From tumbling between the infinite stars.

La, la, oh,
Yeah I'm made from the mud,
I came from the clay,
The centuries silently sliding away.

Yeah I was a rock but the dust I've become,
Is just part of the great imperceptible hum,
Yeah I, I'm no more.

Take my hand, c’mon hold on tight,
And we'll be on our way.

Rising sun in the morning light,
No longer will we lay.

Yeah because our love is alright,
Yeah because our love,
La, la, la.

Golden was the bird I knew,
Sang a song so free then flew,
And they won't come back,
Can't come back.

Golden was the bird long gone,
Sang a little while, flew on,
And they won't come back,
Can't come back.

Yeah, I woke one morning, long time gone,
A magpie’d come to steal away my song,
Was up against the window yeah tapping on the pane,
But it couldn't get in, no, kept calling my name.

Golden was the bird,
And they won't come back.

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.