Carving her name in the tree wood
Like a schoolboy, I'd return to where I found her
Like a sleeping cat in the doorway
I'll arouse the suspicion of the neighbours
"What could he be thinkin' about?"
I'm recallin' a girl in the city
Far away she won my truth over the ocean
And how these words are to reach her
Like a kite to pull the strings and then retrieve her
Do do, do do, do do...
And when she returns, will I tremble?
Like a fall leaf on a tree left in November
Please, if she does, may I join her?
And we'll make sweet, lasting music of the weather
That is what I'm thinkin' about.
Do do, do do, do do...
Do do, do do, do do...