Intro: Calling all olive branches and laid off doves There is work to do before we say goodbye But who can see them turning to the face of love Though I hear them pleading with me, don't let us die As I sit I can see their troubled souls wander by And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry Oh, one more chance Naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud Lording the poor mortal as he goes And the tears which well beneath his somber shroud Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows He can never be like the thought of a rose Whose beauty remains, even when the bloom goes Oh, oh, one more chance Or is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know