Lyrics

Floating gently with the wind
One world the other, to transcend
Heaven's child, the gospel fruit
Mother's sorrow, old to new

She is patience, hands they mend
In her eyes the truth could bend
Beautiful is lonely love
And her heart a yellow sun

And I tried to tell you
All along, all along
And I tried to tell you
I was wrong, I was wrong

Look up at the shining stars
Where'd you go, and just how far
Roll away the morning dew
Someday you will see the truth

And I tried to tell you
All along, all along
And I tried to tell you
I was wrong, I was wrong