There's a lady who's sure |
All that glitters is gold |
And she's buying a stairway to heaven |
When she gets there she knows |
If the stores are all closed |
With a word she can get |
What she came for |
Ooh ooh oohhh ooh ooh ooh ooh |
And she's buying a stairway to heaven |
There's a sign on the wall |
But she wants to be sure |
'Cause you know sometimes |
Words have two meanings |
In a tree by the brook |
There's a songbird who sings, |
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. |
Oohhh, it makes me wonder, |
Oohhhhhh, |
It makes me wonder, |
There's a feeling I get |
When I look to the west, |
And my spirit is crying for leaving. |
In my thoughts I have seen |
Rings of smoke through the trees, |
And the voices of those who standing looking |
Oohhh, it makes me wonder, |
Oohhhhhh, |
It really makes me wonder, |
And it's whispered that soon, |
If we all call the tune |
Then the piper will lead us to reason |
And a new day will dawn |
For those who stand long |
And the forests will echo with laughter |
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, |
Don't be alarmed now, |
It's just a spring clean for the May queen |
Yes, there are two paths you can go by |
But in the long run |
There's still time to change |
The road you're on |
And it makes me wonder |
Ohhhh ohh ohh |
Your head is humming and it won't go |
In case you don't know, |
The piper's calling you to join him, |
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, |
And did you know |
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. |
And as we wind on down the road |
Our shadows taller than our soul. |
There walks a lady we all know |
Who shines white light and wants to show |
How ev'rything still turns to gold. |
And if you listen very hard |
The tune will come to you at last. |
When all are one and one is all yeahh |
To be a rock and not to roll. |
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And she's buying a stairway to heaven |