What a day this has been
What a rare mood I'm
Can't we two go walkin' together, out beyond the valley
Bed, bed, I couldn't go to bed
My head's too light
I talk to the trees
But they don't listen to me
I
Grown accustomed to her looks
Oh I, I've grown, grown accustomed
I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement
Don't talk of stars, burning above
If you're in love, show
Each time I see a little girl
Of five or six
