Train-whistles, a sweet Clementine. Blueberries, dancers in line. Cobwebs, a bakery sign. . Ooooh - a sweet Clementine. Ooooh - dancers in line. Ooooh ....
I sat in my room. So dismal and blue. Feeling that I can. Communicate with you. . So I picked up my thoughts. Picked up paper and pen. I know there are causes to defend.
Time people might say. Isn't it grand and sometimes unfair?. . Climb as high as you can. Talk to the stars and kiss them for me. . Is this your world? So far away.
Isn it nice that we can dream. Of all the places we can't see. Fly over oceans wide. Do all the things we never tried. And isn't it strange how you can go.