She walks with a bell-clock round her neck
So the hippies think she’s in with time
Time…
Her hair glistens like robins on a deck
Branches attack me from her neck
She’s so fine
She’s so very very fine
The sun from a cloud sinks into her eyes
The rain from a tree soaks into her mind
Mind…
Morning sign sounds just like a lark
All these signs are always a start
She’s so fine
She’s so very very fine
When I veer I get so near
