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