(Chris Squire, Clive Bailey)
Sparkling trees of Silver foam
cast shadows soft in winter's home

Swaying branches breaking sound
In lonely forests trembling ground.


Masquerading leaves of blue
Run circles round the morning dew
In patterns understood by you

Reaching out beyond and before

Time like gold dust brings mind down

To levels hidden underground
Say a few words to the wind
That's all thats left of winters friend.


Reaching the snow
In the days of the cold

Casting a Spell out of Ice
Now that your gone
the summers too long

and it seems like the end of my life
Reaching out beyond and before


Time like gold dust brings mind down
Time like gold dust brings mind down