Baby, baby, brush the dust of
youth from off your shoulder,
Because the years of threading
daisies lie behind you now.
Don't return to fields of green
where rainbow secrets were told.
Place your ragged doll with all
the toys and paints and beads.
I will show you games where the
winner never wins.
Let your hair hang down.
Wear the dress your mother wore.
Let me sleep beside you.
Lock away your childhood and
throw away the key,
For now the streets and city
sounds will burn your eyes as
We shall drink the oldest wine,
and velvet skies will linger.
Child, you're a woman now, your