They Say it's Pretty Here

Lyrics:

© Mac Dab
They say ir's pretty here, so I wonder
Why all the treas are dead, and the leaves have fallen down
The chance is sheer, that a Wizard came and what he said
Deprived the trees of their crowns
Is it so, that things are gone and we can't turn them around
Is it so, that I'm alone and all I have is just the sound
Of your last words

They say it's pretty here, so I wonder
Why all the birds have flown, and they are here no more
The chance is sheer, that they followed you when you were gone
And all I have is just the sound of your last words
Is it so, that things are gone, and we can't turn them around