If you were coming in the fall I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn As housewives do a fly If I could see you in a year I'd wind the months in balls And put them each in separate drawers Until their time befalls If only centuries delayed I'd count them on my hand Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Dieman's land If certain, when this life was out That yours and mine should be I'd toss it yonder like a rind And taste eternity But now, all ignorant of the lengths of time Uncertain wing, it goads me like The goblin bee That will not state its sting If only centuries delayed I'd count them on my hand Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land If certain, when this life was out That yours and mine should be I'd toss it yonder like a rind And taste eternity If you were coming in the fall I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn As housewives do a fly If only centuries delayed I'd count them on my hand Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land If certain, when this life was out That yours and mine should be I'd toss it yonder like a rind And taste eternity If you were coming in the fall I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn As housewives do a fly