It´s June and I see the woods, The quiet pools, The glades and blue hollows... I saw the woods were wound with sorrow So don´t stop, clatter on,
But it says ´come on...come on´ As doors swing open it to lazy gardens, ´Come on...come on This is love, don´t go on.´ And I see the perfect wife, I can almost smell her apple breath And her milky dress... She says ´come on...come on This is love, don´t go on.´
I swoon past the pearly rooms In staggered roofs... He waits for tomorrow, I saw his lips were mouthing ´follow, This is love, don´t go on.´ But I scream-come on...come on My iron horse, my train, my ghost companion Come on...come on my iron horse clatter on.
And I feel its heart unwind And pull me to its gleaming breast, Its black flesh... It says come on...come on, Never stop clatter on.