verse 1: For Memories on a starlit night North of the Denbigh line, oh Lord For frosted pines shining like diamonds in the morning sun For a pretty girl and for falling in love, oh love For spring ice churning the driftwood shore For birdsong air and windswept hair For fiddle head strings and flower bows For thunder clouds rolling in a purple evening While Aspen leaves play tambourine For a soul, a song, and a voice to sing, just what I'm thinking Chorus: