Two in the bush One in the hand Live a little While you can Good times come But don't last long So say's this sage's song Don't you talk to me About lost hope Our last hope
And as for every shadow Lies a person in the sun As for the shadow's shadow As for the Sun's Son
Little riddle Running round Feels like reaching up While falling down Spring's this misstep Summer's fall the crown While living here In Winter town Don't you talk to me About lost hope Our last hope
And as for every shadow Lies a person in the sun As for the shadow's shadow As for the sun's son And as for every shadow Lies a person in the sun And for all the good-morrows That have yet begun
