A-La-Hey

A-la-hey

Oh, the many lost days

A-la-hey

Oh, the many lost days!

Won't you take the winter little sun?

Use it for an ember-

Light a fire for the one;

I hope you will remember

I've got holes in my shoes

But my spirit sea's a-risin'

I can see my home

Just over the horizon

My fingers, they are numb;

The wind's whisperin' down through the alley;

With a young heart I did run

Through these streets and concrete valleys

I've seen angels take the fall

From heights too hypnotizin'

They could not see their home

Just beyond the horizon