It was a clear cool night When he first began Standing in the trees Hiding his face behind the trunk
Shoulder peeking out I covered it in leave Which might seem an odd thing to have done But this man knew my love Oh, this man had a grateful heart So, on that clear cool night When you squinted through the glass At the moon caught in the leaves You didn´t see Norm No, you didn´t see Norm Hmm Hmm