There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed, with a word she can get what she came for. She's buying a stairway to heaven. There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure, cause you know sometimes words have to mean things. In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, sometimes all of our thoughts are misleading. Ooh, and it makes me wonder. Ooh, and it makes me wonder. There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who stand looking. Ooh, and it makes me wonder. Ooh, and it makes me wonder. Your head is humming, and it won't go, in case you don't know, the piper's calling you to join him. Dear lady, can't you hear the wind blow? And did you know, your stairway lies on the whispering wave? Your head is humming, and it won't go, in case you don't know, the piper's calling you to join him. And as we wind on down the road, our shadows start to fade. And as we wind on down the road, our shadows start to fade. I saw, there walks a lady we all know, who shines bright light and wants to show, how everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard, to do what comes to you at last, when all is one and all is all, to be a rock and not to roll.