Tonight I must visit you I will leave my home like you always wanted me to I look out my window, weeds are everywhere Maybe I will pick some and make you some dandelion wine Oh On my old bookshelf rests a violin Its colour is blue like the one you wanted to learn how to play The mood is somber as I leave my home The trees are bowing down, and waters falling from their eyes like knives Tonight I must visit you For the owls are calling, the owls are calling Catherine, Catherine The owls are calling, the owls are calling Catherine, catherine The owls are calling, the owls are calling me to you
owl, catherine, calling, visit, bookshelf