Paperchase (may Never Wears A Frown)

Find a way to distinguish patterns

in the thread of the living.

Pick a path through the rough and tumble

look within without misgiving.

Darkness falls on December,

gathered in, we recall.

Wait, don't let it wear you down.

Call me, and I'll be right round, come what

May never wears a frown. So call me -

And we'll treat the world as on wedding-days

On and on through the Paperchase.

Pitch a ball across a dusky courtyard

see the shadows slink away;

Toss a coin into a feckless fountain

and - brittle hope - it's your lucky day!

Winter finds us together

Heaven knows our design

Wait, don't let it wear you down.

Call me, and I'll be right round, come what

May never wears a frown. So call me -

And we'll treat the world as on wedding-days

On and on through the Paperchase.