Bid me adieu, on a similar afternoon,

when the night has not yet taken over the sun-kissed light,

and you can still scoop away some ice cream of happiness, for global warming has yet to melt it down

Think of me on such a pleasant hour,

when the birds are still flying, and its long before they miss their cozy nests

when the trees are singing red, and green, and weeping a serene

yellow. Miss me but not too much, for your fellow,

has just popped out of the soda can he was for so long pressed inside.

but he's still around. Maybe in those golden fields that you're watching,

maybe in the sound,

of the bagpipe that you hear from the faraway valley.

I am history, you are history, like the castle on the top of the hill,

maybe you'll find me there again, and if you do, let your face spill

that smile that I always liked to see.

Don't let loose any tears though,

for I have had enough of it already to drown myself in

All I crave, is a soft sun, a little pasture, some mountains,

and you,

dressed in a yellow hat, and an orange dress,

Oh! my, Empress of beauty.....