Renaissance
Album - 1969 - Debaser id 180204

If you want the reasons
For the changing of the seasons
And you want to know why
Blue is the colour of the sky
Then you've missed the point completely
And a little child smiles sweetly
Cause he hasn't had the time
To learn to ask the question why

If I could show you the sky...
If I could show you why...
If I could show you...
If I could show you...

The years pass by unnoticed
And I have no need to protest
And I know you feel the same way
Even though you never have to speak
The pain of joy is equal
To the joy of pain the sequel
Is as sure as the minutes
The hours and the days of every week

But sometimes when the clouds obscure the sun
I wonder why my day
Is as narrow as the road
That winds upon its way

There is an island
Where it should never be
Surrounded by suburban sea
And through the tired and hopeless waves
To where it's free

I want to be there
For the rest of my time

There on the island
The sun is always bright
The moon sends the darkness away in the night
I know that it's waiting
I know there's a place ready for me

I want to be there
For the rest of my time

Warm sounds of windsongs
Come down through the trees
But far away tears are borne on the breeze
I'll follow the raindrops
Cause sunshine and smiles are waiting for me

I want to be there
For the rest of my time