The love story of my generation
A lonely heart with an invitation
But nothing to wear
And no great promise to swear
Forgetting he'd slept a hundred years
And dreamed a thousand times how he would
Gather the stars and lay them at your feet

A love song hidden in the mad machinery
A painter at the mercy of the scenery
And landing again on the mark
And fearing the end
Forgetting he'd slept a hundred years
And dreamed a thousand times how he would
Gather the stars and lay them at your feet

And he sighs one more winter gone
And he feels the spell coming on
While his radio says
While his radio says
He's not in love so don't forget it

And landing again on the mark
And fearing the end
Forgetting he'd slept a hundred years
And dreamed a thousand times how he would
Gather the stars and lay them at your feet
Gather the stars and lay them at your feet

©2000 John Newlands