Now we have picnics on the shore, where no one ever thinks of her.
How she fell and faded out, she faded in a dell of ferns.
We quiet play, in twos and fours, a dell of ferns we play about.

Where no one ever drops a ball, or shouts out loud.
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water.
The little girl got water-pale until she was invisible.

Her eyes, her face, her dress, her voice. Her arms and legs became a wave.
We quiet play, in twos and fours, a dell of ferns we play about.
Where no one ever drops a ball, or shouts out loud.

Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water.
The little girl got water-pale until she was invisible.
Her eyes, her face, her dress, her voice. Her arms and legs became a wave.

Now we have picnics on the shore, where no one ever thinks of her.
How she fell and faded out, she faded in a dell of ferns.
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water.

Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water.