Dry Leaf (Live at Magnus Locus)

When the grass is green, I can weave a sail from the leaf that Grows on my flowering green dale. I can weave a sail, I can float away O'er the heaviest wave into the heaviest gale. They Say love is gone. Love is gone. From this crowded town. They say she's gone 'til the end of time. To the end of rains, To the edge of sands, I can't carry her Down into my Flowering green dale. Now she's gone away. Gone away. From our crowded town To another one, From town to town. And I'm sitting here With my fairy tale On the withered dry leaves Of My flowering green dale. Now she's gone away From our crowded town To another one, From town to town. And I'm sitting here With my fairy tale On the withered dry leaves Of my flowering green dale. Flowering green dale. Flowering green dale. Flowering green dale.