From in between the leaves
the blue streetlight glow
and underneath that beam
your worn weary face
between the housetop eaves
the thin strip of sky
and from that sky you see
the people below
is the summer already now past
before you know a cool breeze is blowing
and while the seasons so easily come and go
how much more now do we got to love
in this way with such a pain
from in between the leaves
a frail, fragile star
tenderly twinkling over your tiny dream
and has the dark come upon us so soon
before you know a warm light is glowing
before my eyes does it always illuminate
but how long before the road runs out
do we have to travel it down
from in between the leaves
the blue streetlight glow
and underneath that beam
your worn weary face