Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander,. When twilight is fading, I pensively rove,. Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander. Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash grove..
Did you hear me when I called?. Down here on this dark road alone. When the moon is bright. But theres no light to light my way. . Looking down over the edge again.
Dance, dance. Dance, dance. . I'm trynna follow the signs. You've erected. But you ain't giving the ride I expected. Thought I was heading the right direction.
Oh, oh. . Stop. You don't have to question. Every wrong impression. When you're thinking of me. It must be a belief. No missecond guessing. That I'm not confessing.