| I’ll be the roundabout |
| The words will make you out and out |
| I’ll spend the day your way |
| Call it morning driving though the sound |
| And in and out the valley |
| The muses, dance and sing |
| They make the children really ring |
| I’ll spend the day your way |
| Call it morning driving through the sound |
| And in and out the valley |
| In and around the lake |
| Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there |
| One mile over we’ll be there, we’ll see you |
| Ten true summers we’ll be there, laughing too |
| Twenty four before, my love |
| You’ll see I’ll be there with you, yeah |
| I’ll remember you |
| Your silhouette will charge the view |
| Of distance atmosphere |
| Call it a morning driving through the sound |
| And even in the valley, yeah |
| In and around the lake |
| Mountains come out of the sky they stand there |
| One mile over we’ll be there, we’ll see you |
| Ten true summers we’ll be there and laughing too |
| Twenty four before, my love |
| You’ll see I’ll be there with you |
| Take it up, take it up |
| I’ll be the roundabout |
| The words will make you out and out |
| I’ll be the roundabout |
| The words will make you out and out |
| I’ll be the roundabout |
| The words will make you out and out |