Sycamore

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

I'm thinking of them

I'm thinking of your new green dress

I saw it unfold on my (?)

Near Bepindton Fair

Tall sycamores, your raven hair

I saw it so slow

Through the tall grass

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

I'm thinking of them

I'm thinking of strings through the air

The night was so long and dizzy

Let's travel again

To fall upon three chimneys well

The tower so low

You were mistaken