A frozen pond or a pile of cash,
I will take the things that last.
Past houses and past the pine,
Past the places with too many signs.
Under the moonlight on a still evening’s palor,
give me the peace from the point of valor.
A frozen pond or a pile of cash,
I will take the things that last.
Past houses and past the pine,
Past the places with too many signs.
Under the moonlight on a still evening’s palor,
give me the peace from the point of valor.
