Long long ago in a house up the road. Lived a maiden so beautiful. Day after day she looked the same old way. As the sun shone off her hair of gold. Someday I would go there and ask for her hand.
You're just like Jekyll and Hyde, you better turn your tide, baby. I know that person between ain't mean, baby. So meet me at the corner of sanity, don't be late, baby.
Met a girl in Leningrad, she wasn't bad and I might add. I found it such a pleasure to be near her. Just to hear her call my name. She was so fair and she wore Irish linen in her hair.
The sweat of my mind tells myself that I should worry. Me, I tell myself that I am not supposed to worry. 'Cause I can worry anytime, anytime what to do, if I'm in tune.
My mind begins to wander. Way back yonder, I recall. The day Aunt Osie stood on the porch. And said to me, "Be careful of the world and all". . She knew much more than I thought.
I'll be here come winter when the cold winds blow. We'll watch the geese together to see which way they go. And I won't have to tell you then I'm sure you'll know.
In the city, Naples by the sea. Antoinette of Naples waits for me. Through the flower scented gardens. . Down the steps into the street. Through the meadow down by the sea.