Sycamore

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na I'm thinking of them, I'm thinking of your new green dress I saw it unfold on my plain near Bepindton Fair Tall sycamores, your raven hair I saw it so slow through the tall gra*s Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na I'm thinking of them, I'm thinking of streams Through the air the night was so long and dizzy Let's travel again to fall upon three chimneys Well, the tower so low, you were mistaken