The stars are tossed across the drumlins of the sky.
I am looking to see the road you’ve taken
And I think I see it, and you;
Andyou are singing Bring back my Bonnie
And you are laughing, and looking back
Over your shoulder. Yes
I think you are.
And now I am singing; we’re all singing
Bring back my Bonnie, and the road is getting longer
Behind us, and you are handing back sweets, and I ‘m smiling
And you sing Ten Green Bottles; we all sing
Between the rolling fields of night, and then
You have rounded some bend, and are singing,
But smaller and smaller and smaller and
and I cannot see
and I cannot see
just the stars.
