When she's buying a stairway to heavenOne shall guess, the other shall knowIf the stars are all closedWith a word she can get what she came forThere's a sign on the wallBut she wants to be sureBecause you know sometimes words have too many namesIn a tree by the brookThere's a song for that sceneSometimes all of our thoughts are a misgiverAnd she's buying a stairway to heavenThere's a feeling I getOne hand to the westAnd my spirit is crying for leavingYou know my thoughts, I'm on seaRings that smoke through the treesWhen the voices of those who stand look kingAnd she's buying a stairway to heavenAnd that's whispered, that's soothedIf we all call that truthThen the piper will lead us to reasonAnd the forests will echo with laughterAnd she's buying a stairway to heavenAnd it makes me wonderIf there's a blossom in your headSure, well, I'll knowIt's just a spring clean for the late queenYes, there are two pathsSo you can go back and put it all rightBut there's still time to change the roads you're onI think soAnd it makes me wonderOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohYour head is a hummingThe women won't goIn case you don't knowThe piper's calling you to join himDear lady, can you hear the wind blow?The women are still hungYour stairway lies on the whispering windAnd the forest will echo with laughterAnd it makes me wonderIf there's a blossom in your headSure, well, I'll knowIt's just a spring clean for the late queenYes, there are two pathsSo you can go back and put it all rightBut there's still time to change the roads you're onI think soOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohAnd as we wind our way on the roadOur shadows are taller than our soulsThere walks a lady we all knowOh, shadows with a light and a waltz to showHow wonderful things still taste of goldA nephew, a son, a merry heartHoping to never come unto you at lastWhen all are one and one is allTo all to be alrightAnd all to oneOh, all to one Oh, all to oneTo all to one, oh, baby, to all to oneOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, all to oneTo all to one, oh, baby, to all to oneOh, all to oneOh, all to one, oh, baby, to all to oneOh, all to oneDelivered to the livingAnd she's buying a stairway to her homeWell I've never been a loverAnd I don't think I like weedlesSo I went out to Las VegasI only made it out to needlesThat's allIt's Fresh Cheese's birthday todayAnd I promised him a chance to play a solo on the xylophoneFresh?Now that's a way over sound, man*