Sycamore

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