Innocence (New York 20.2.70)

If you want the reasons

For the changing of the seasons

And you want to know why

Blue is the colour of the sky

Then you've missed the point completely

And a little child smiles sweetly

Cause he hasn't had the time

To learn to ask the question why

If I could show you the sky...

If I could show you why...

If I could show you...

If I could show you...

The years pass by unnoticed

And I have no need to protest

I know you feel the same way

Even though you never have to speak

The pain of joy is equal

To the joy of pain the sequel

Is as sure as the minutes

The hours and the days of every week

But sometimes when the clouds obscure the sun

I wonder why my day

Is as narrow as the road

That winds upon its way