Just drifting down 
A morning town 
With stacks (slats?) of wood 
And chicken wire 
Took poaching egg 
A wedding cake 
Passed by the way 
I heard it say 
That you were mine 
And I was yours 
In that way 
We’ll feel okay 
Then come with me 
And come and see, we’ll go 
Another town come 
Dripping down 
And I’ll get you 
A house so blue 
You’ll wish you were 
With me some place 
Way far away again 
Into the mountains and valleys 
Of the night ??? 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
You won’t go buying maple wood ??? 
You tell me that you are free 
Well let’s see 
What the season