Thunderbird

To hold on, to hold on forever
Looking back, a forest full of young men gather
Round a fire, round a burning pyre
Eternal youth, eternal youth
The squirrel whispers, words just like an icy chatter
Eagle filters prey, does not know what's the matter
And my love is the same as yesterday
And my love is the same as yesterday
Little man, little pink young man
Gather forces, pull your spirits taut and
Round a fire, round a burning pyre
Eternal youth, eternal youth
The Thunderbird it holds us like a nest of children
And it seems that way, because we never listen
And my love is the same as yesterday
And my love is the same as yesterday
The Thunderbird it holds us like a nest of children
And it seems that way, because we never listen
And my love is the same as yesterday
And my love is the same as yesterday
Memory, forests, growing like a madd'ning vine
Twist and tangle, upwards in the downwards time
Overgrown green space, I recall the long-lost face
Eternal youth, eternal youth
The wind it sighs, it sings it's mournful melody here
Carry me down to the place— the place I long to be near
And my love is the same as yesterday
And my love is the same as yesterday
And my love is the same