The morning drag wass carrion crack
And longed for drag was growing
Into the wind, she offered her dreams
They blew her wild and flowing
Red hair
I passed her there on moral islo
The last day of my november
I heard her distant valient song
Which beg me to remember
Red hair
The frazzled track of mayonnaise daze
Her voice was far and faded
Reminding me how sudden she changed
And cut off her cascading
Red hair
The force of years has blown me away
And seasons time may drown me
And tho it left with stable in head
I feel it wrapped round me
Red hair
