Lion

Lyrics

Winter's come You say you're leaving It doesn't make sense now that you're gone But I could risk a sorry As a fool would not be so hearty And maybe I could be your lion One who foresees you walking out Spring had come You I said you owe it to me It does not make much sense to all full grown As clouds became parted A return to where things started As maybe I could be your lion One who retreats when called upon again