Now is not a good time
To leave me on my own
I knew there will never be a good time
I've always loved the
Movement of the trees
Find me a place where
I can watch the breeze
I'm counting the minutes
1, 2, 3 and 4
Keeping good company
So what are you crying for?
I've always loved the
Turning of the school
Find me a place that
I can mold into
People do change and
Often come and go
But I'm waving flags
For the long whole
I've always loved the
Summer till I died
Find me a place where
Little birds fly by