Just like his wife before she freezed on him, Just like his wife when she was beautiful.

She sent him scented letters, And he received them with a strange delight. Just like his wife But how she was before the tears, And how she was before the year…

Ooh, he's a moody old man. Song of Summer in his hand. Ooh, he's a moody old man. ...in...in...in his hand. ...in his hand.

She wanted to test her husband. She knew exactly what to do: A pseudonym to fool him. She couldn't have made a worse move.

You see, I have no real complaints of how you've left your past behind I guess what gets me worried is you've erased him from your mind.

They pass upon their old, tremulous feet, Creeping with little satchels down the street, And they remember, many years ago, Passing that way in silks. They wan…

And we recall, with a gleaming stab of sadness, Vaguely and incoherently, some dream Of a world we came from, a world of sun-blue hills . . . A black wood whis…