Sooner or later I will see you or something When we talked in the night To the sound of the broken swing In the beginning Stars I would fancy And we'd walk in the night To the sound of the surf crashing
Further and further Are you growing now Further and further Is this walk Further and further Are you growing now My little lark
Oh, to my sweet one In the days of the long run In the fall looking among The fields of green and blue Where did you fly to Little blue
Sooner or later I'll be seeing you In all the markings on the wall Sooner or later Will you come to me Going to tend the body of a willow tree