She'll be home soon.

She’ll be home soon, the day gets darker around five, she’ll be home soon, it’s only a short bicycle ride, she’ll be home soon, the dinner’s on, and the smells fill the room. And no dizzy heights, can spoil her appetite, tonight or any other night. She’ll be home soon, melting snowflakes in her hair, she’ll be home soon, her perfume will fill the air, she’ll be home soon, oh with the moon, or maybe half a moon. But that’ll be just fine, for she always shines, bright against the winter night. Yeah that’ll suit me fine, because she always shines, high, in the night sky. She’ll be home soon.