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