You my dear, like a feather in the breeze,
Are bound to sail, past amazing things,
You my dear, are the reason I am home,
Take my thoughts with you,
When you leave alone.
Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooooh.
Truth my dear, is a dirty cotton bud,
Where the dust has been,
What the fall has seen,
Youth my dear, us not nearly enough,
Drawings of my courts,
Sweets and liquorish hearts.
Oooh, ooooh, ooooh, oooh.