Ledges - Seals and Crofts

Do not scoff at love’s bitter edges, for they in themselves bear witness

To an age of bygone fancy, where tear-stained forests rushed into their evening

to pout

For they were without the grass they love to touch, they love to touch

Ledges, ledges.

Ledges, ledges

Glistening in the sun, rainbow betrothed to the sky.

On mystic wings I have

soared past ledges

And in myself I bear witness, to an age of bygone fancy

Where burn-out stars hid their faces in shame.

And planets turned their backs

and were unholy

And without reason and love

Ledges, ledges.

Ledges, ledges