Autumn Stone

Marriott
I was nowhere, til you changed my mind.
Love is sent through being good to you.
Then you were somewhere, Somewhere hard to find
Only what you always were, it's true.
I'm looking for an open door, where I can sit and play in peace and quiet.
Tomorrow changes.
Fields of green today,
Yesterday is dead, but not my memory.
We were strangers.
And then you came to stay,
The sweetest spring old morning sings to me.
So now I've found a living sound,
That moves, that breathes, and then makes love to me.