Sooner or later
I will see you or something
we talked in the night
To the sound of the broken swing
In the beginning
Stars I would fancy
And we'd rock in the night
To the sound of the surf crashing

Further and further
Are you growing now
Further and further
Is the spark
Further and further
Are you growing now
futher and further
My little lark

Ode, to my sweet one
In the days of the long run
In the fall looking among
The fields of green and blue
Where did you fly to
Little blue

Sooner or later
I'll be seeing you
In all the markings on the wall
Sooner or later
Will you come to me
Incarnate in the body of a willow tree