Sooner or later,
I will see you or something,
oh we talked in the night
to the sound of a broken swing

In the beginning
stars I would fancy
and we'd rock in the night
to the sound of the surf crashing

Further and further are you growing now
further and further is the spark
further and further are you growing now
further and further My Little Lark

Ode to my sweet one,
and the days of the [bad word] 
and the frolicking 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
incarnate in the body of a willow tree

where did you fly to little blue?