I wonder where they get it from
All this worry and care
Ask anybody if they knew,
They’d tell you here and there.
I wonder where this scent is going
The fragrance frail and fair
My nose is not the only one,
The scent is here and there.
I wonder who will pass on by
And who will stop and stare
At the writing on the wall
While they’re moving here and there.
I wonder, wonder, wonder away
And sometimes I’m losing hair
As my thoughts wander their merry way
Wherever, here and there.
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