If you are a girl half asleep afloat in the firmament Kites rose until they want your shoulders Fluttering as sadness fall down One by one wishing you farewell
And when you blow away Hidden by storms who adored you Now circling down What a lovely world you are Our grey skies remember you Far below your blood still knows The wooden whispers of it's youth
If you're a girl fast asleep on a ferry November ninth, nineteen twenty-seven I dreamt I was a paper mouse Adrift with her in starry skies Between the poles we sleep at night