Lyrics:

In The Half-Tone Light Of A Young Morning
she Signs And Shifls On The Pillow
and Across Her Face Dancing, The First Shadows Fly
to Kiss The Pussy Willow.

in Her Fairy-Tale World She's A Lost Soul Singing
in A Sad Voice Nobody Hears.
she Waits In Her Castle Of Make-Believing
for Her White Knight To Appear.

pussy Willow - Down Far-Lined Avenue
brushing The Sleep From Her Young Woman Eyes
runs For The Train - See, Eight O'clock's Coming
cutting Dreams Down To Size Again.

she Longs For The East And A Pale Dress Flowing
an Apartment In Old Mayfair
or To Fish The Spey, Spinning The First Run Of Spring
or To Die For A Cause Somewhere.

pussy Willow - Down Fur-Lined Avenue
brushing The Sleep For Her Young Woman Eyes
runs From The Train. Hear Her Typewriter Humming
cutting Dreams Down To Size Again