A-La-Hey

A-la-hey,
Oh, the many lost days.
A-la-hey,
Oh, the many lost days!
Won't you take the winter little sun?
Use it for an ember-
Light a fire for the one;
I hope you will remember.
I've got holes in my shoes,
But my spirit sea's a-risin'.
I can see my home
Just over the horizon.

My fingers, they are numb;
The wind's whisperin' down through the alley;
With a young heart I did run
Through these streets and concrete valleys.
I've seen angels take the fall
From heights too hypnotizin'.
They could not see their home
Just beyond the horizon.