[Intro]:
[Verse]:
Several days a month you made
The mile to my house
And had me do a stroll with you.
Far below a furry moon
Our purposes crossed;
The weird divide
Between our kinds.
[Break]:
[Verse]:
The silver leaves of ailing trees
Took flights as we passed so long ago,
..
But a short time I know.
It pleases me, this memory
Has swollen up with age;
Even time can do
Good things to you.
[Outro]: