Yesterday’s Rustic Thorns (From Album, Like Love Is True)

Just like a new day is born Filling the hours in abide Yesterday’s rustic thorns Leaves by the passing side Fragrance from old in to new Remorse of the thinking on The day of age going through Everything of beauty now gone Life to be easy from frozen Tangling woods inside a mind Some too long and be chosen When they each other can find Form every separate way done Clouds of the many yesterdays Kissing the bleaching moon Many of the ordinary ways From all yesteryears hewn Searching to find what's lost Threads of hoary frozen tears Feelings into silence tossed Memories ladders to the years Life to be easy from frozen Tangling woods inside a mind Some too long and be chosen When they each other can find From each nerve that away steers Fires of the many feelings That gives every true glowing Silver threads nerves stealing From the hours of the going To transmit the beauty of days Dreams of splendor into sun The lot unclouded in its blue ways That from new morning has begun Life to be easy from frozen Tangling woods inside a mind Some too long and be chosen When they each other can find And the abandoned snow's on run