These are the days and ways of miracles.
Why am I crying tonight?
I had love and it kept me warm.
I had none and I was cold.
These are the days and ways of miracles.
A soft snow fell on the ground last night.
This morning the world is in bloom.
Days are greener than they once were, leaves are fallin’ begin again.
These are the days and ways of miracles.
We are more NOW than what we were ONCE were.
What is NOW and what is REAL?
What will keep me from following the path I once led?
These are the days and ways of miracles.