Sun up, think about the things that she's supposed to do
Dressed up, she'd go to the banks and wait all afternoon
It's all nice, but she has got herself into a troubled mood
And I'm your friend, but I ain't really sure I know what's good for you

'Cause every time she'd think about the way she had to leave it she would cry
'Cause she would cross the swamp just to sing to you

Moon up, goes to bed the same for she is just a newt
Her pillow shakes, that is just her friends the earthworms on the move
I stand by knowing that this pain is killing her right through
I wish I could help ya fix whatever's going wrong with you

'Cause every time she'd think about the way she had to leave it she would cry
'Cause she would cross the swamp just to sing to you