Album: Last Rites
The autumn breezes are blowing
And I guess it was you
That helped me through
This time
The winter’s not yet showing
But I ain’t got the time
To recite you a rhyme
Anytime
Yes I’d like to take you in hand
To the land of windmills and chimes
The night, she speaks so softly
But there’s always a place
For a warm embrace
When you’re mine, oh baby
Through the door to our freeland
Where you’ll feet the hand
Says that I’m your man
Kill the time, yeah
Even talking in circles is fine
In the land of windmills and chimes
So see if you can find the time
For the land of windmills and chimes
Yeah!