There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
MAY YOU PREVAIL MR. PLANT EVEN IF YOU STOLE IT... CUZ THE OTHER DUDE COULD NOT HAVE BEEN RAD
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Well it's true. There are two paths you can go down always. And I suppose it's true that it's never too late to change your path. Although it does seem that changing paths now is impossible. Or at least too much effort. This song was written by satan worshippers. But even Satan worshippers can sing about spiritual truth. There will never be music like this created again. The joy has been removed from life.
One of my favorite misheard lyrics - 'And as we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our souls'
- And there's a wino down the road, I should have stolen Oreos
I had to learn to play this song for that guitar class I took at CSU, and I gotta admit, it's a fun song to play
And it's a true classic, although my favorite of theirs has always been Ramble On
The bustle in the hedgegrow with the May Queen bit = good stuff
Spring cleaning can be rather cathartic
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