There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
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. There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, Then the piper will lead us to reason. 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. Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know. Your stairway lies on the whispering wind? .
