I've been slipping down in the grass counting the steps to your back door i've been praying you'd see me pass knowing somehow you've seen me before i've been sighing more than I should spilling my glass there's ice on the floor but I've been busy gathering wood hoping our fire will burn all the more i've been stealing hundreds of bells ringing my way along your shore and I've been smiling all to myself savouring signs of what's in store i've been climbing branches and vines gathering leaves for long festoons and I've been rhyming myriad lines full of your face and the gleam of the moon