Beyond and before

(Chris Squire, Clive Bailey) Sparkling trees of Silver foam cast shadows soft in winter's home Swaying branches breaking sound In lonely forests trembling ground. Masquerading leaves of blue Run circles round the morning dew In patterns understood by you Reaching out beyond and before Time like gold dust brings mind down To levels hidden underground Say a few words to the wind That's all thats left of winters friend. Reaching the snow In the days of the cold Casting a Spell out of Ice Now that your gone the summers too long and it seems like the end of my life Reaching out beyond and before Time like gold dust brings mind down Time like gold dust brings mind down