كلمات Chop The Tree

When in the winter of our discontent, We found a way, To tie a bond between our hearts, In the open field should there we lay, Found a sharp stone, found a big tree, found a clear space in the bark, Laughing louder, chance a fine thing, Moving slowly, off the mark... Out of season, given reason, Could we see inclement weather Chorus: Will you want me, as I want you, as you are, The autumn is the finest time, The finest of them all, Will you need me, as I need you, as I did, As I always should've done, Tell me when we're there Not too long, and not too far, My dreams and I were wondering, If we harbour, if we labour, Sweet the fruit that fortune brings... Who will help us, through these cold years, Could I glimpse a rising sun, Repeat Chorus Will you love me, As I love you constantly Wasted in the downpour Whatever we believe, Whatever we believe... Take them under, take them over, Crack the bullwhip, Chop the tree...