There's a Lady who's sure all that glitters is gold. And she's buying astairway to heaven. And whenshegets thereshe knowsifthestores are all closed, With a word she can get what she came for. There'sa sign onthe wall, butshewantstobe sure. 'Cause youknow sometimes wordshave two meanings. In a tree, bythe brook, there's a songbird who sings. Sometimes all of ourthoughts are misgiven. There's afeeling I get when I look to the west And my spirit iscryingfor leaving. Inmythoughts Ihave seenrings of smoke through thetrees, And the voices ofthose who stand looking. Andit'swhispered that soon ifweall call the tune, Thenthe piper will lead ustoreason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long. And the forests will echowith laughter.
It makes me wonder... Ifthere's abustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmednow, It's just a spring cleanforthe May-Queen. Yes there are two paths you can go by, but inthe long run, There's still timeto changethe roadyou're on. Your headis hummingand it won'tgo,incase you don't know. The piper's calling youto join him. Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, anddid you know, Your stairway lies on the whisperingwind. And as we wind on downthe road, Our shadows taller thanour soul, Therewalks alady we all know, Who shines whitelight andwants to show Howeverything still turns togold.
And if you listen very hard, The tunewill cometo youatlast, When all are one andoneisall, To be arock and not to roll. Andshe's buying a stairway to heaven.