They will lose her if they follow
Since the day they said goodbye
And he's waiting for reply
While she's much too busy being free
There's a man who's sent a letter
And the branches sang the chorus
They have laughed inside her laughter
He has missed her in the forest
He has called her from the harbor
And there's the one who sometimes calls
And he hopes her heart can hear
There's a man who's climbed a mountain
And he takes her to a schooner
There's a drummer and a dreamer
And she only means to please them
Three thousand miles he calls again
There's the one who's thinking of her
Like a cactus tree
He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
While he showed her all the flowers
There's the one who writes her letters
He writes, "Wish you were beside me
While she was somewhere being free
Of a forest tree
Bearing beads from California
And she thinks she loves them all
For she fears that one will ask her
With their amber stones and green
He has asked her of her travels
And you know there may be more
He will find it hard to shake her
As he climbed the scaly towers
Through the sharing of the profits
There's a lady in the city
And he's calling out her name
For eternity
And a man who owns a store
Of the water weeds
And he treats her like a queen
With her name on all his papers
And there's a jouster and a jester
She will love them when she sees them
He has kissed her with his freedom
He has heard her off to starboard
She has brought them to her senses
And her heart is full and hollow
Now she rallies her defenses
From his memory
In the breaking and the breathing
With his facts and figures scrawl
There's a man who sends her medals
He is bleeding from the war
And she is so busy being free
He has seen her at the office
And she's off somewhere being free
We can make it if we try"
