| that was a sigh but not meant to envy you when your age was mine some things were sworn true morning would come and calendar pages had new printed seasons on their opposite sides Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide below a second story room to whistle you down o the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's got a silver coin lets it shine for hours |
there's one rare and odd style of living part only known to the everybody Jenny! out of tin ships jump the bubblehead boys to push their flags into powdered soils and cry no second placers no smart looking geese in bonnets dance with pigs in high button trousers no milk pail for the farmer's daughter no merry towns of sweet walled houses here I've found Back O' the Moon not here I've found Back O' the Moon |
