Weeds

Can you remember what it was that made you run
Through the open doors
With your big grin and your rosy cheeks
And your face full of garden weeds
You saw a most beautiful thing you had ever seen

Can you remember what it was that kept you out in the rain
Of painting pictures, making rainbows with shadow
And love out of the door

Can you still see your spark
As it is, as you are
Are you still uncovered?
It is by far the most beautiful place

Can you remember what held you through
When the ships had all gone
When the lights were thrown on
And the road lines were drawn and you werе either right
Or wrong, or good, or bad

And can you still see your spark
As it is, as you are?
Arе you still uncovered?
It is by far the most beautiful place?

Full of ways, full of doors

Can you still see your spark
As it is, as you are
Are you still uncovered?
It is by far the most beautiful place?