作词 : Rod McKuen
Do see how easily we fit together
As if God's own hand had cradled only us?
And this beach town's population were but two
And this wide bed was but a child's cradle?
With room enough leftover for presents
Tomorrow, I'll buy you presents
Pomegranates and bread sticks
Tickets 'round the room and back
And red, red roses like everybody buys everybody

Everybody's got a diamond ring and Sunday shoes
Neckties and petticoats
Pistols and tennis balls
Everybody gets a sandwich sometimes
And a piece of cake
And ice cream if they're nice
But we've got us

I found a twenty dollar bill once when I was maybe ten
I bought a cardboard circus and a fountain pen and a jack-knife
Because I'd never had one before
My mother thought I'd stolen the money
But she checked around
And she believed me when I bought her perfume from the Dime Store

I was rich in those days
For a week, I had everything
I wish I'd known you then