Crossroads
Met a stranger on the winding way And he looked at me with eyes of gray Then he closed them and began to pray Lord correct me if I start to stray
In the middle of my reverie
Saw the places I will never see
Saw the people I will never be
Saw my spirit is forever free...
Meet me at the crossroads
It's a very, very long road
And I'm taking the longest road
In the spring your head is feeling high And in summer you begin to fly
Then the autumn teaches you to sigh And by winter you have learned to cry There's a river in a flake of snow
And uncertainty in what you know Something hidden in the things you show And a darkness in the morning glow...
Meet me at the crossroads
It's a very, very long road
And I'm taking the longest roadLike a pebble underneath your shoe Like a cloud against a sky of blue
Like the crazy thought you know is true Something's flowering inside of you

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Writer(s): Sam Gendel, Vikram Ramakrishna Devasthali