Just drifting down
A morning town
With stacks (slats?) of wood
And chicken wire
Took poaching egg
A wedding cake
Passed by the way
I heard it say
That you were mine
And I was yours
In that way
We'll feel okay
Then come with me
And come and see, we'll go
Another town come
Dripping down
And I'll get you
A house so blue
You'll wish you were
With me some place
Way far away again
Into the mountains and valleys
Of the night
???
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You won't go buying maple wood
???
You tell me that you are free
Well let's see
What the season
