When prospect sinks into night
When fell the all autumn leaves
and ice be thee warmth,
...
and if the world weren’t bad;
I’d swivel my foot and smile a smile that was good,
and if the trees never spoke;
I’d swivel my foot and cry a cry that was sad,
...
I am a child on a swing,
I am a mountain, way up high
The wind when it blows
A cloud in the sky
...