Calling all, all the branches and laid of doves There is work to do before we say goodbye And who can see them turning to the face of love Though I hear them pleading with me, don't let us die As I sit, I can hear the troubled souls wander by And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry One more chance Naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud Lording the poor mortal as he goes And the tears which well beneath the somber shroud Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows He can never be like the thought of a rose Whose beauty remains even when the bloom goes on One more chance Or is it too late to change the way we're bound to go Or is it too late Surely one of us must move Instrumental Or is it too late to change the way we're bound to go Or is it too late Surely one of us must know Instrumental *