Lay down your lucky hand, upon her heart

Morning becomes a kite, tangled up in stars

Laugh in the midday light, and leave - it behind

Move out into his sundry eyes, and sing, unwind

Hang down your lucky head, a sign to time

Morning becomes the sun, for the dandy line

Sooner than the midday light, we leave behind

Love is out into the sundry light, you sing, unwind