| In a tiny piece of colored glass | |
| My love was born | |
| And reds and golds and yellows | |
| Were the colors in the dawn | |
| Night brought on its purple cloak | |
| Of velvet to the sky | |
| And the girls were wheeling, spinning | |
| On jersey Thursday | |
| In a tiny piece of colored glass | |
| My love was born | |
| And reds and golds and yellows | |
| Were the colors in the dawn | |
| Night brought on its purple cloak | |
| Of velvet to the sky | |
| And the girls were wheeling, spinning | |
| On jersey Thursday |