Uncertain wing, it goads me like
I'd count them on my hand
I'd count them on my hand
With half a smile and half a spurn
And taste eternity
I'd toss it yonder like a rind
I'd brush the summer by
As housewives do a fly
I'd wind the months in balls
If only centuries delayed
If only centuries delayed
And taste eternity
As housewives do a fly
But now, all ignorant of the lengths of time
With half a smile and half a spurn
That yours and mine should be
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Until their time befalls
If you were coming in the fall
The goblin bee
And taste eternity
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
If certain, when this life was out
That will not state its sting
With half a smile and half a spurn
I'd brush the summer by
If certain, when this life was out
Into Van Diemen's land
I'd toss it yonder like a rind
That yours and mine should be
If I could see you in a year
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
And put them each in separate drawers
Into Van Dieman's land
I'd toss it yonder like a rind
Into Van Diemen's land
I'd count them on my hand
That yours and mine should be
If certain, when this life was out
If only centuries delayed
If you were coming in the fall
