Once I was, I was, I was, there were ribbons in my hair
There were leaves of streaming gold everywhere
If a boy said hello, I would hide, trembling so, trembling so Now I barely know what the meaning of no is
Now I am, I am, I am past an audience I stare
What is gold is how the lights touch my hair
All the boys turn to men, all the leaves change again
Change again, change again
Still I answer yes, though I know what will happen
As these phases come and go Music tells me what I need to know