"Klunk. Klunk. Klunk." There goes your wagon.
Your raincoat is reed-green.
I will miss you. I want to go with you,
But I fear you may change your mind.
"Creak. Creak. Creak." There goes your wagon.
Your raincoat is earthen brown.
I will miss you. I want to go with you,
But I fear you may abandon me.
Alive, we cannot live in the same room.
In death, we shall be buried in the same tomb.
If you doubt my sincerity,
Our witness is the white sun above.