Today in the woods, I saw my cry.Where the hearts are mounted that's where I fell. I once saw that palace on the hill, where all the golden figures lie. Its a bue moon that sends such happy thoughts and where amongst all the ferns do these little people live. It is on the broken measles of time, that steps the goose like a waddling duck she favors no man and tears my heart till love is thrown like stories made and inside her we have our heaven