Move to the country
The town has told its tale
You be forgotten
When the autumn leaves they fall

And the whole place didn't look the same that night
They put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall
All the days a ticking gone

Bye baby bunting
All England wants you home
Away in the hills
Where the wild things
They roam

So I'll never know why
She made then one by one
Hanging in the trees
'Till a breeze its comes

And the country didn't look the same that day
They put a party on (?) way on the dawn
All the days a ticking gone