In the half-tone light of a young morning 
she sighs and shifts on the pillow. 
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly 
to kiss the [bad word] Willow. 
In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing 
in a sad voice nobody hears. 
She waits in her castle of make-believing 
for her white knight to appear. 
 [bad word] Willow - down fur-lined avenue  [bad word] the sleep from her young woman eyes. [bad word] for the train - see, eight [bad word] 
cutting dreams down to size again. 
 [bad word] Willow - down fur-lined avenue  [bad word] the sleep from her young woman eyes. [bad word] from the train. Hear her typewriter humming 
cutting dreams down to size again. 

She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing 
an apartment in old Mayfair. 
Or to fish the Spey, spinning the [bad word] of Spring 
or to die for a cause somewhere. 
 [bad word] Willow - down fur-lined avenue  [bad word] the sleep from her young woman eyes. [bad word] from the train. Hear her typewriter humming 
cutting dreams down to size again.