It's another happy April
To every happy fool.
And you move through my dreams
Like a trout moves through a pool.
Sure I will do  everything,
But I blush at the reverie.
 [bad word] and go with me.

And she always was a painter
And she left me her suitcase,
And I still remember
The soft lines of her [bad word] face,
As she stood there in my doorway,
Like a cat up in a tree.
 [bad word] and go with me.

small farm in Wisconsin
For a driftless woman,
Supper on the table,
And a lover's tender hands,
Though she leaves my salt and woodsmoke,
For a job in the city.
 [bad word] and go with me.

I will take you with my children,
Through the clover, to the creek,
When Orion's gone a hunting
Through the fields our wishes seek,
Where we all can love each other
Like sugar in our tea.
 [bad word] and go with me.

Well the last wild fling is over
And a cold wind brings the dawn,
To rows of parking meters
And the shadow of a man,
Who is standing by the wild rye
In a pointless dream.
 [bad word] and go with me.