[Instrumental Intro]
In the shadow of the old North Church, I courted her,
While the pigeons and the gargoyles perched, she sang.
Is there anyone who's seen those eyes, dismissing her?
Is there anyone who's lips she's kissed, complained?
Seven months and seven wonders,
Seven roads of rain and thunder,
Seven hills of lamplight gleaming,
Seven turns toward where you're dreaming,
Oh, to be back with you.
On a mission of the crossroad palms, simplicity,
Could function as a fine first prize for pain,
But picking up the breadcrumb clues efficiently,
Will light me up a new day's dawn, but strange.
Seven months and seven wonders,
Seven roads of rain and thunder,
Seven hills of lamplight gleaming,
Seven turns toward where you're dreaming,
Oh, to be back with you.
[Instrumental Bridge]
In the shadow of the old North Church, I courted her,
In the clanging of the cast iron bells, her face,
While the windows of the hilltop shop, distorted her,
I tumbled on my pride pitfall, from grace.
Seven months and seven wonders,
Seven roads of rain and thunder,
Seven hills of lamplight gleaming,
Seven turns towards where you're dreaming,
Lots of time to think it over,
Lots of blame to claim and shoulder,
I was wrong, I don't deny it,
Please forgive me, would you try it,
Oh, to be back with you,
Oh, to be back with you.