Cello

let the kitchen fire grow cold
let the ancient winter blow

let the running river go it's way
see it move on by

let the geese refuse to fly

twist and tumble from the sky
let the wintry fingers try our door
it's open come on in

all the world may turn to stone
the sun may sink into the sea
but there will still be only one love

in this world for me for me

and if the cello has no string
it will always fail to sing

and if a man is without love
he'll surely fail
in living everyday

all the world may turn to stone

the sun may sink into the sea

but there will still be only one love
in this world for me for me

and if the cello has no string

it will always fail to sing

and if a man is without love
he'll surely fail
in living everyday

and if I'm without your love
i'll surely fail
in living everyday