|And she's buying the stairway to heaven|
|And it makes me wonder...|
dear lady can you hear the wind blow and did you know...your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
And as we wind on down the road, Our shadows taller than our SOULS
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
and if you listen very hard, the truth will come to you at last
When all is one and one is all, To be a rock and not roll...
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.