Letra de A Child's Question, August
Starling swarms will soon be lorn Rooks tell stories 'cross the corn Goocoo soon will 'es leave make Swifts abandon autumn's acheWhat says Dunnick, drush or dove Love me tender, tender loveHear the grinding wheel-bird grieve Grief unknits my raveled sleeve Death of summer, death of play Waxing night and dwindling dayHelp me Dunnick, drush and dove Love me tender, tender loveHelp me Dunnick, drush and dove Love me tender, tender love Help me Dunnick, drush and dove Love me tender, tender love