na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na i'm thinking of them i'm thinking of your new green dress i saw it unfold on my (?) near Bepindton Fair tall sycamores,
your raven hair i saw it so slow through the tall grass na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na i'm thinking of them i'm thinking of strings through the air the night was so long and dizzy let's travel again to fall upon three chimneys well the tower so low you were mistaken







Composition:

Cracknell

Stanley

Wiggs