Here I stand acting like a silly clown would
I don't know why, would anybody like to try
The changes I'm going through ?
hidden lie would fortify
Something that don't exist
But it ain't so bad, I'm just a lad
So many more things to do
I intend [bad word] right through them all with you.

My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind
We talk a while by a crooked stile
You're lucky to catch a few
There's no magic wand in a perfumed hand
It's a pleasure to be [bad word] In my crystal halls a feather falls
Being beautiful just for you
But that might not be quite [bad word]  that's up to you.

Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake
strange young girl sang her songs for me
And left 'fore the day was born
That dark princess with saddening jest
She lowered her eyes of woe
And I felt her sigh, I wouldn't like to try
The changes she's going through
But I hope [bad word] right through them all with you.