Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.
If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.
...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind
I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky.
And see she flies, and she is everywhere.
Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.