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 believe 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 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 may 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.