Now we have picnics on the shore, where no one ever thinks of her
How she fell and faded out, she faded in a dell of ferns
We quiet play, in twos and fours, a dell of ferns we play about
Where no one ever drops a ball, or shouts out loud
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water
The little girl got water-pale until she was invisible
Her eyes, her face, her dress, her voice Her arms and legs became a wave
We quiet play, in twos and fours, a dell of ferns we play about
Where no one ever drops a ball, or shouts out loud
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water
The little girl got water-pale until she was invisible
Her eyes, her face, her dress, her voice Her arms and legs became a wave
Now we have picnics on the shore, where no one ever thinks of her
How she fell and faded out, she faded in a dell of ferns
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water