(C. Stepney - J. Stocklin) 

 

She is thinking of the year, sixteen, 

sixteen 

She is taking down her thoughts, reflecting, 

expecting 

She is musing on her autumn, her dreams, 

her dreams 

She is making up her mind, expecting, 

expecting 

She is certain that she likes his schemes, 

his schemes 

She is waiting in the woods, expecting 

expecting