Far too fine to be
You quiver so faint in front of me
Far too kind to me
You follow me down every time I leave for the giving tree
To the giving tree again
To the giving tree again
To the giving tree again
Whoop!
You spun me a cloak of wool from the sheep out back
You stand me up straight when I lean back and then you smile
You are far too kind to me
You follow me down every time I leave for the giving tree
To the giving tree again
To the giving tree again
To the giving tree again
Oh!
Follow me follow me follow me follow me follow me follow me down down down down down down..