I sway and think about her lonely All Creatures are dumb And I talk to the light Nice days, Their cry I can see nothing but her No way to tell Someone sings Nice days, Their cry Now I can feel nothing but her No where to face Someone sings along in two When I sway and think about her lonely All creature are dumb And I walk to the signs I never feel all the things falling Neglect to keep 'em in my mind All across the flavor Then she, in red, off her shoes, rest in peace, and flown