She says,
Where does, her time go?
When your gone,
It seems so long,
When your gone.
And I say,
Keep the fires burning,
Turn on low.
Let me go,
You know I wont be long.

Now you asked,
Where does the sun go?
Well, it goes down,
Below the ground.
I guess it just goes down.
And you asked,
When you grow up,
Will I still,
Be hanging round?
Yes, I'll be round.

Grow up,
My two sweet ladies.
Yeah she keep me,
going round,
I go round and round.
And sometimes,
When im thinking,
Things to be.
I see three.
Three and me.

la la,
la la,
laaa la,
la la la,
la la la,
la la la,