I want my tears back

The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey
Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat

A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love
Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly´s wings

Where is the wonder where´s the awe
Where´s dear Alice knocking on the door
Where´s the trapdoor that takes me there
Where´s the real is shattered by a Mad Marsh Hare

Where is the wonder where´s the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see
The lost in me

I want my tears back
I want my tears back now

A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone
A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa