Written by - Noel Redding

She walks with a bell-clock round her neck,
So the hippies think she's in with time
Her hair glistens like robins on a deck
Branches attack me from her neck.
She's so fine,
She's so very, very fine.

The sun from the clouds seeps into her eyes,
The rain from a tree soaks into her mind
Morning signs sound just like a lark,
All these signs are always a start.
She's so fine,
She's so very, very fine.

When I veer I get so near,
But so far far far away,
Listen to me today.

We united just beside a leaf,
The ground was hard underneath,
her, her
She's so fine.