Transcribed by 
Jeremiah Hayesi and 
Jamie Fletcher na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na i'm thinking of them i'm thinking of your new green dress i saw it unfold on my (?) near 
Bepindton 
Fair tall sycamores, your raven hair i saw it so slow through the tall grass na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na i'm thinking of them i'm thinking of strings through the air the night was so long and dizzy let's travel again to fall upon three chimneys well the tower so low you were mistaken 
Composition: 
Cracknell 
Stanley Wiggs