Once I was, I was, I was, there were ribbons in my hair
There were leaves of streaming gold everywhere
If a boy said, "Hello", I would hide, trembling so, trembling so
Now I barely know what the meaning of 'No' is

What is gold is how the lights touch my hair
All the boys turn to men, all the leaves change again
Change again, change again
Still I answer, "Yes" though I know what will happen

As these phases come and go
Music tells me what I need to know