The blazing hair like comet's fire
Was a tongue of flame above your brow
The day you chattered and danced to Chopin
Playing on a music box I hear even now.
You came to meet him with tottering steps
A little child stretching out your arms
To cling around his neck, and he picked you up
And danced while he held you in his arms.
Led on by your friend, the woman in the moon
The dancing sunspot sees the way ahead
Radiant with ribbons fluttering in your hair
As you run through the perfumed nights of June.
You leave and halfway out the door
Start humming, happily it seems, on key.
I hear it and know in whatever part
Of the world you are, you will live with me.