Oh Tule --
It's on account of you that I've been weeping
Here behind my hand
And it's lonesome in my heart's land
As the sands of the desert

Oh, tell me --
Why was it always you who threw the changes
You who always sang
And played while the green vespers rang
In the heart of the hillside?

It's a sad song and we always seem to be singing it to each other
You and me, sweet and slightly out of key
Like the sound of a running down calliope

Oh Tule --
Now wasn't I once I was your knight in golden armor
With the sun behind my hair
And my music filled the air
With cymbals and lightning?

Oh, truly --
Now can't you see I'm changing like the seasons?
My hair is growing dark
And there's no room left in the ark
For a lark with a broken wing

It's a sad song and we always seem to be singing it to each other
You and me, sweet and slightly out of key
Like the sound of a running down calliope

Oh Tule --
It's on account of you that I'll be leaving
'Cross the deep salt sea
And whatever wild worlds I may see
Will be empty without you

It's a sad song and we always seem to be singing it to each other
And a child's voice, tender and out of tune
Does he ask if I'll be coming home soon?
Does he ask if I'll be coming home soon?