As you're sweeping

Autumn leaves up

You are sweeping

My fallen heart up with 'em

As you're sweeping

Autumn leaves up

You are sweeping

In swish-back broomstick rhythm



You're dressed in red

Your hair [would had a] brush on fire

To make leaves dress up dead

Ordered to parade

Swayed by broomstick rhythm

Hey!



As you're sweeping

Winter snow up

They have fallen

For you so please forgive 'em

As you're sweeping

Winter snow up

You are sweeping

In swish-back broomstick rhythm



You're dressed in white

There is no; why don't we surrender

And in envy of you

Melting drips will rush

Brushed in broomstick rhythm

Hey! hey!



As you're sweeping

Summer dust up

See a squirrel

In homage making rhythms

As you're sweeping

Summer dust up

You are sweeping

In swish-back broomstick rhythm



You're dressed in blue

The sky and sun a hue more paler

Than the glow in your heart

I bask in your rays

Days of broomstick rhythm



As you're sweeping

Springtime rain up

You are sweeping

My tears up for [i live 'em / a living? ]

As you're sweeping

Springtime rain up

You are sweeping up

What there remains

Of fears I earn

Upon giving my heart

Away to somebody

For good