Sooner or later 
I will see you or something 
When we talked in the night 
To the sound of the broken swing 
In the beginning 
Stars I would fancy 
And we'd walk in the night 
To the sound of the surf crashing 

Further and further 
Are you growing now 
Further and further 
Is this walk 
Further and further 
Are you growing now 
My little lark 

Oh, to my sweet one 
In the days of the [bad word] 
In the fall looking among 
The fields of green and blue 
Where did you fly to 
Little blue 

Sooner or later 
I'll be seeing you 
In all the markings on the wall 
Sooner or later 
Will [bad word] to me 
Going to tend the body of a willow tree