One
We laugh when midsummer's here, we flit beneath the green leaves of the deep, dark forest without fear. We step upon the brown and frowning rocks, for William's near!

Chorus
Me and she are holding hands. To kiss among the trees we linger… Me and she hear William and his laughter's bright orange salamanders…

Bright orange salamanders…

Two
We unfurl at Williamsound, the nutmeg breath of sleeping squirrels and harvest mouse blinks are his words. He squeezes shipwreck tales past smiling sap and barkskin scales.

Three
We are found, the light is bound away! His hands have clearly shown the tracks of beetles not yet grown! He turns his face of moss and lichen layers not yet lost…