This old sun has turned it's eyes, I think he smiled at me   I'm not bored or self-assured but I think I can see      All of the trees make music for me, as green as the grass leading out to the sea   And in that time, so quiet divine, the foamiest friend is mine.      And all the world that you knew wants to give the breeze to you   It's a carousel of youth oh what a companion!   And all the loves that you find are the seagulls in your mind   Always greet you right on time, and it's so deceptive   I don't mind sayin' it again, but oh there they go.      Velvet washer, pleasure softer than a pillow spread   Closing eyes, I see them flying their shape is always red.