Randy Bachman our leaves are green again

Seems the birds have flown and the leaves are brown
And my world is turning gray
Will my aching heart ever sing again?
Always wanting yesterday
All I gotta do is close my eyes
All I gotta do is want your touch
Only in a dream can I pretend
That our leaves are green again
As the years go by we are satisfied
With the embers of our life as the pieces fall
Sweet old memories call
And the angels smile on us
And all we gotta do is close our eyes
All we gotta do is want to touch
We can share the dream and both pretend
That our leaves are green again
And all we gotta do is close our eyes
All we gotta do is want to touch
We can share the dream and both pretend
That our leaves are green again
And all we gotta do is close our eyes
All we gotta do is want to touch
We can share the dream and both pretend
That our leaves are green again
Comes the last page where the story ends
And our leaves are green again