

(hummmmm) Amelia Eve, she paints the winter white
Finding beauty in the fading light
With a quiet grace she walks alone
Making every foreign path her home
Oh, Amelia Eve, the world is at your feet
Singing melodies so bitter and so sweet
(ooh-ooh) Where the wild winds blow,
you will always know
She keeps her secrets in a paper book
Giving everything a second look
Through the April rain and autumn breeze
Spinning gold out of the fallen leaves Oh,
Amelia Eve, the world is at your feet
Singing melodies so bitter and so sweet
(ooh-ooh) Where the wild winds blow,
you will always know
Amelia Eve... (ahhhh)