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 grass

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