Led through the mist, by the milk-light of moon
All that was lost is revealed
Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring,
But where have we come, and where shall we end?
If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?
(just emphasize the lower strings on these first 3 chords)
Oh how the gentle wind
Beckons through the leaves,
As autumn colors fall
Dancing in a swirl,
Of golden memories,
The loveliest lies of all.