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