If I told you all the flowers were wilting,

Would you still smile at me that way?

If I showed you half a butterfly wing,

Would your heart still feel so bright?

If I brought you to see the dying trees,

Of leaves all yellow, brown and sickly,

So sad, so sad, so sad a scene...

Would you steal hold my hand so firmly?

If I sang you a song of the End,

Would you still live so gaily?

If I opened the door,

And the gray light washed out the color of the room,

Would your eyes still dance so fine?

If I could shield you from all that,

All that, oh so unsightly, oh so sad...

Oh in any way that may be so great (so great),

Yet that I would do to save you from all that.