Sitting softly, sitting pretty in the city Fifty horses riding swiftly make a living Watching people watching people sit in silence We are organized so neatly aren't we all? Whats the time? Won't you tell me please my darling divine? Hear the people ask a question, give an answer Fallen leaves arrive like dancers on the floor Colors changing, rearranging, pull a fast one It turns green before we've had a chance to run You're in the light Oh my love my darling divine Oh my darling Oh my darling