Nor Anything You Do
I think not of you,
nor anything you do.
as the sun turns another round,
and the stars continue to fall down,
as my heart beats loud and true,
I think not of you, nor anything you do.
when the bird lays down its head,
and makes itself a comfy bed
up in the sky, a deep, dark blue -
I think not of you, nor anything you do.
the seasons change, love goes and goes,
the summer beach, our winter clothes;
there is nothing left of me and you -
I think not of you, nor anything you do.
I rest my eyes; I count my sheep.
I drift and drift and drift to sleep.
defeat? oh, no. the beast - I slew.
so I think not on you, nor anything you do.