Slip side-street
Now we're wondering
What the year will bring
It seems, my friend
Changes never end
Now we're growing up and down
And sigh, Tom, on the boulevard
My Tom, on the boulevard
But you shine with the light of stars
In the middle of the dark
Too soon came hills
Of the deeper greens
And the flying scenes
Firmly as trees
Will we plant our feet
We will sway not in the ground
Nor sigh, Tom, on the boulevard
My Tom, on the boulevard
And you'll shine with the light of stars
In the middle of the dark