Swing with me,
Here in this ancient park...

The despondency of life has defeated you,
The food has lost it's flavor...

Nothing seems more sad, when I see that old woman,
A dedicated wife, really a saint...

1st Verse:
Just a scared little girl...

First Verse:
My life wasn't heavenly, not even close...

It's silly,
I will go willy-nilly...

God's paintbrush has swept the landscape
With colors of ochre, sienna, and brown...

It's getting very hard,
To the point it's scarred...

Once upon a time,
There was a Big Mouth, who talked and talked...

The raucous approach of the vile demon,
Unlimited in vicious and merciless death-dealing...

She was a woman of finesse,
Sexy, I guess...

Traveling across the ocean,
Reaching the coordinates in many days...