All the leaves upon this tree
Are forming words and pointing them at me
And could it be a kind of sign
Informing me that I've been out of line

All the pages in this book
Are giving me an interesting look
And can they see beneath my eyes?
And if they could, I wonder what they'd find

And I won't feel alone tonight
'Cause I can see the candle glowing bright
And the shadows and the light
Will keep me company tonight