If You Were Coming in the Fall

I'd wind the months in balls

If I could see you in a year
That yours and mine should be
Until their time befalls
With half a smile and half a spurn
With half a smile and half a spurn
Subtracting till my fingers dropped

I'd toss it yonder like a rind

Into Van Dieman's land

Into Van Diemen's land
Uncertain wing, it goads me like
As housewives do a fly

I'd toss it yonder like a rind
I'd toss it yonder like a rind
If you were coming in the fall
With half a smile and half a spurn

If only centuries delayed
That will not state its sting
I'd count them on my hand
That yours and mine should be
If you were coming in the fall
If certain, when this life was out
And taste eternity
I'd brush the summer by
But now, all ignorant of the lengths of time
Into Van Diemen's land
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
I'd count them on my hand

I'd brush the summer by
If only centuries delayed
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
I'd count them on my hand
As housewives do a fly
That yours and mine should be
And taste eternity
The goblin bee
And put them each in separate drawers
If only centuries delayed
If certain, when this life was out
If certain, when this life was out
And taste eternity