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In the half-tone light of a young morning

She sighs and shifts on the pillow

And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly

To kiss the Pussy Willow

In her fairy-tale world she’s a lost soul singing

In a sad voice nobody hears

She waits in her castle of make-believe

For her white knight to appear

Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue

Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes

Runs for the train, see: eight o’clock’s coming

Cutting dreams down to size again

Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue

Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes

Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming

Cutting dreams down to size again

She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing

An apartment in old Mayfair

Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring

Or to die for a cause somewhere

Pussy Willow down fur-lined avenue

Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes

Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming

Cutting dreams down to size again

Pussy Willow, Pussy Willow, Pussy Willow, Pussy Willow

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