Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the merry air
my book is closed, I read no more
watching the fire dance, on the floor
I've left my book, I've left my room
For I heard you singing through the gloom
singing and singing, a merry aire
Lean out your window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the merry air
my book is closed, I read no more
watching the fire dance, on the floor
I've left my book, I've left my room
For I heard you singing through the gloom
singing and singing, a merry aire
Lean out your window, golden hair