I heard it makes the spring appear out of season
It''s a storm in a shadowbox, a force to be reckoned with,
When it finds you and find you, it will.

And I''d not believed it til I loved, I love
The rivers sing and stars awaken above me
And the wind and the moon in fits of restless conspiring
Turn night to heaven for you.

But I am going to a far, far land
I know it sure as I''ve a past and a future
With my maps on the table, you see, I have lost many things
So many I won''t turn back.

And were I a deadwood ship, my heart a compass
I would leave with inanimate grace, no love could touch me
But I live and I know that I''ll burn as I grow
Though it might break my heart to walk away and so

As a moon may adore you and remain, high moon
The wind may crown your head with leaves, and keep blowing
So I''ll stop and I''ll watch you, for I love, I love
And then be on my way. And then be on my way.