You can't sing a song I know
You can't play a violin I know
You can weave the magic of
Spring into your hair and let a
Sweet fragrance from it to flow
You can't take a walk I know
You can't sit by me I know
You can set clouds into the sky
With the smile of a virgin lass
And let them in sunshine glow
You can't pluck a flower I know
You can't chase butterflies I know
You can sit by the window all
Through the night and watch
The moon and stars moving low
You can't run to the water I know
You can't play in the eddy I know
As evening descends on the land
You hold the doors tight and laugh
As birds fly down to nests in a row
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