So merry, so moody
So quick like a stone
Through the stained glass beauty
With a mind of her own
And won't you try
Not to cry
Try
Equipped with a quiver
And kept like a lawn
By a giant of gentleman
Turning it on
And won't you try
Not to cry
Try
To keep dry
Until the raining has subsided
Until the gallows are divided
Until the light of day
He has a way
The best of her duties
The locks in his stare
The lines on the patio
Grasping for air
And won't you try
Not to cry
Try
To keep dry
Until the raining has provided
Until the hallows are resided
Until the light of day
He has a way
But it would come too late
Come too late
Come too late
