Lay down your lucky hand, upon her heart
   morning becomes a kite, tangled up in stars
   laugh in the midday light, and leave - it behind
   move out into his sundry eyes, and sing, unwind
  
   hang down your lucky head, a sign to time
   morning becomes the sun, for the dandy line
   sooner than the midday light, we leave behind
   love is out into the sundry light, you sing, unwind