作曲 : Waggoner
For the sorries, oh the sorries of your soul
They are the worries are the worries of my household
I hear the wind a howlin' at my swinging door
But at your house the weather's pleasant, nothing more
I am behind
I am behind
Oh never mind will I pine
For I am mine
Oh the time is near for you to romance every boy
While I am still a learning how I should be coy
And you decided you would educate me
While conversing over a nice pot of tea
I am behind
I am behind
Oh never mind will I pine
For I am mine
I am behind
I am behind
Oh never mind will I pine
For I am mine
I am behind
I am behind
Oh never mind will I pine
For I am mine
And the flowerpots are blooming full of golds
Tiny, lovely, little shiny, marigolds
And I suppose that I will never be exposed
To the lovely blooms between those who choose
I am behind
I am behind
Oh never mind will I pine
For I am mine
I am behind
I am behind
Oh never mind will I pine
For I am mine
I am behind
I am behind
Oh never mind will I pine
For I am mine