Bright and Future

Sensible, she said
 With a hand upon my head
 When we wheeled over the field
 Under the sky
 When I was 19, she was 21
 We were high, low, high, low, high, low, high
 We were high, low, high, low, high
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 Now the leper kneels and prays
 For bright and future, airy days
 As bandages have all decayed
 The sun is beating down
 And from the forest flies a bird
 A cardinal that's overheard and
 Understood the leper's words
 And become his shocking crown
 Is all the kind of things she'd say to me
 While crying on my shoulder
 And I am trying to console her
 But we're high, low, high, low, high, low, high
 When you're high, you're low
 When you're high