[00:14.908]Calling all olive branches and laid off doves[00:21.810]There is work to do before we say goodbye[00:28.543]But who can see them turning to the face of love[00:35.985]Though I hear them pleading with me, don't let us die[00:42.801]As I sit I can see their troubled souls wander by[00:50.124]And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry[00:58.534]Oh, one more chance[01:06.373]Naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud[01:12.696]Lording the poor mortal as he goes[01:19.839]And the tears which well beneath his somber shroud[01:26.904]Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows[01:33.834]He can never be like the thought of a rose[01:41.203]Whose beauty remains, even when the bloom goes[01:49.785]Oh, oh, one more chance[01:55.306]Or is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go[02:17.471]Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know[03:14.651]Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go[03:28.821]Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know[06:50.252]Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know[07:04.490]Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go[07:18.009]Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know