The flowers smell sweet the trees sway like dancersnWith song in their branchesnIf you should be listeningnnTo valleys the sun has been weddednSo westwards we're headednThe cool wind is whisperingnnI'm looking for God you're looking for somethingnIt isn't the same thingnLet's not mix our metaphorsnnI'll keep to the sky you watch the horizonnIf there's a star risingnCareful what you're wishing fornnThe vista is bluenMy thoughts turn to younI wonder darling is your love still truennThe night's coming on I feel it's my dutynTo sing you your beautynTo offer my heart in songnnAnd people forget that love is redemptionnThere is no exemptionnHear now that my heart is strongnnI've been here beforenAlone at your doornI'm back again your weary troubadour