Lyrics:

Some part with the wooden ladle, some with
the silver spoon
Most commit their days from August to
the middle of June
When it's dark by four and the queen next door
is more than a house away
not much time for proposition at the end of a stolen day

Some will ask on one knee, others prefer two
Most will avoid the use of a phone as a means
of a rendezvous
When it's dark by four and the queen next door
is more than moat away
Not much time to gather prose, what on earth
could you say

Because I never went to Bonny Brook
I never met her there
and daylight savings never saved me anything
and Thanksgiving time never gave me anything
and Autumn's peak only made me wish for Spring
and the daylight, and the wealth of time
for if I want to see her all I need to do is look
to see her on her way back from Bonny Brook

Some go in the morning, some in the afternoon
Most are stuck in the same old trap till the fifteenth
or so of June
Our supper bell's at five and it's black outside
that's sure to keep my prince at bay
not much time for courtship, plus I'm tired anyway

Because he never went ot Bonny Brook
he never met me there
and daylight savings never saved us anything
and Thanksgiving time never gave us anything
and Autumn's peak only made us wish for Spring
and the daylight, and the wealth of time
for if he wants to see me all he needs to do is look
to see me on my way back from Bonny Brook

I should write it down for what would I say
a literate Shirley Temple would want it that way
Tell me Mrs G is your girl's name with a C or a K
It doesn't matter she's asleep anyway

Because I never went to Bonny Brook
I never met her there
and daylight savings never saved me anything
and Thanksgiving time never gave me anything
and Autumn's peak only made me wish for Spring
and the daylight, and the wealth of time
for if I want to see her all I need to do is look
to see her on her way back from Bonny Brook