From the recording Perspectives
Lyrics
Lady in Blue, among the trees
unrestly seems,
lost in her dreams
Lady in Blue, sleeply awake
keeps wondering,
her own fantasy
And during summer
she is rather lonely,
God bless upon me too...
Lady in Blue, suddenly left,
still so unrest,
till time gives her bless
Lady in Blue, walk over me,
stop wondering
your own fantasies
And during winter,
she is still as lonely,
and so colorlessly blue...
And if you think
That everything you see and touch,
is always real?
Maybe the mind itself is playing tricks
against what seems to be your will
Or is true that when we die,
we leave the things we use to hold so dear?
Or is it true that everyone....
that everyone holds a key to their own freedom?