anyone lived in a pretty how townwith up so floating many bells downspring summer autumn winterhe sang his didnt he danced his didWomen and menboth little and smallcared for anyone not at allthey sowed their isnt they reaped their samesun moon stars rainchildren guessedbut only a fewand down they forgot as up they grewautumn winter spring summerthat noone loved him more by morewhen by now and tree by leafshe laughed his joy she cried his griefbird by snow and stir by stillanyones any was all to hersomeones married their everyoneslaughed their cryings and did their dancesleep wake hope and thentheysaid their nevers they slept their dreamstars rain sun moonand only the snow can begin to explainhow children are apt to forget to rememberwith up so floating many bells downone day anyone died i guessand noone stooped to kiss his facebusy folk buried them side by sidelittle by little and was by wasall by all and deep by deepand more by more they dream their sleepnoone and anyone earth by aprilwish by spirit and if by yes.Women and men both dong and dingsummer autumn winter springreaped their sowing and went their camesun moon stars rain

Well nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day at that hour I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land

So we all love a wild girl keeping a holdOn a dream she wants.