Текст песни Lion

Winter's come, you say you're leaving It does not make much Sense now that you're gone But I could risk a sorry As a fool would not be so hearty And maybe I could be your lion One who forsees you walking out Spring had come, you say you owe me It does not make much Sense to act full grown And clouds became but parted A return to where things started As maybe I could be your lion One who retreats when called upon again