She sweeps the fallen leaves into a pile in the old garden
like collecting something from her old days gone by

Slipping, slipping
through her wrinkled fingers
No matter how kindly she touches
No matter how many times she tries
Fading, fading
through the ordinary days
Her moments fade day by day

So I pick up the pieces
of her heart she lost and I will keep holding them
Till she knocks on heaven’s door
Even if I became a stranger to you
a stranger
a stranger
a stranger

She sweeps the fallen leaves into a pile in the old garden
like collecting something from her old days gone by

Turning, turning
Only time goes by between us
No matter how much we deny
No matter how many times we try
Fading, fading
through the ordinary days
her moments fade day by day

So I pick up the pieces
of her heart she lost and I will keep holding them
Till she knocks on heaven’s door
Even if I became a stranger to you
a stranger
a stranger
a stranger