By the sun,
And by the moon,
And by my last milk tooth,
I have cut my shoe-strings
On the simple truth.
But for your wheat,
And for your chaff,
And for your friends to point at and laugh,
I have run bare-footed
Right up this garden path.
When will you meet me?
When will you meet me my love, my love?
When will you wake me?
When will you wake me my love, my love?
You give me the floor
But I'll go home to bed
Where I keep every needful word unsaid;
A glass-eyed doll will pull your clothes off
As she stares at the side of your head.
"When will you wake me?
When will you wake me my love, my love?
When will you meet me?
When will you meet me my love, my love,
My love?"
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