A Long Time Ago

I Turned To Myself

And Said "You Are My Daughter"

I Saw That The Image I Saw There Was Well

"So You Are My Daughter"

Well Then Maybe We've Got Something To Talk About



Who Told You So?

That Gold Burns Slow

Like Coal Camper's Candles All Lost In The Snow



Lay Down - You're On

The Warmth That I'm Weaving Is For You Alone



Up On The Sun

Where It Never Rains Or Snows

There's An Ocean

With A Wind That Never Blows

And If You See It Closer

Then The Finer Points Will Show

Not Too Much More

Too Much More



Up On The Sun

Where It Never Rains Or Snows

There's An Ocean

With A Wind That Never Blows

And If You See It Closer

Then The Finer Points Will Show

Not Too Much More

Too Much More