there was a leaf in the autumn breeze
caught in the ecstasy of dance
it was a waltz with the spirits of the wind
it was a ceremony leading the winter in
a ceremony leading the winter in
there was a woman with a voice very lovely
i [bad word] by her songs of loss
she was the one who took me to singing
she was the valley wind leading the winter in
she taught me what it means
to have let go of ten thousand things
she was the mother and she was the children
she was the longing leading the winter in
the longing leading the winter in
there was darkness, i felt sane
in the light we drank immortal tears and rain
and the sound it was a whispering
it was the word leading the winter in
there were colors i could not see
and i begged her it was a laughable plea
it was a search for a place to begin
it was a game leading the winter in
a game leading the winter in
it is written and so it was
i arose in accordance with the laws
it was a joy and it was a sin
it was a ceremony leading the winter in
a ceremony leading the winter in
a ceremony leading the winter in
a ceremony leading the winter in