Frogs and Pansies and
All you fancy this
Fascination with
Breakfeast sandwiches
Gold and Silver drip
From your fingertips

When I'm feeling sick
You're my medicine
Crimson clover sit
On your shoulder it
Makes me Wonder, if
You remember this
Song you used to
Sing the Blues to
Harvest Moon in your
Gloomy mood, and
I can't sleep at night if you're not next to me
So comfortably dreaming away