As you're sweeping Autumn leaves up You are sweeping My
fallen heart up with 'em As you're sweeping Autumn
leaves up You are sweeping In swish-back broomstick rhythm
You're dressed in red Your hair [would had a] brush on fire
To make leaves dress up dead Ordered to parade Swayed by
broomstick rhythm Hey! As you're sweeping Winter snow up
They have fallen For you so please forgive 'em As
you're sweeping Winter snow up You are sweeping In
swish-back broomstick rhythm You're dressed in white There
is no; why don't we surrender And in envy of you melting
drips will rush Brushed in broomstick rhythm Hey! Hey! As
you're sweeping Summer dust up See a squirrel In homage
making rhythms As you're sweeping Summer dust up You are
sweeping In swish-back broomstick rhythm You're dressed in
blue The sky and sun a hue more paler Than the glow in your
heart I bask in your rays Days of broomstick rhythm As
you're sweeping Springtime rain up You are sweeping My
tears up for [I live 'em / a living?] As you're
sweeping Springtime rain up You are sweeping up What there
remains Of fears I earn Upon giving my heart Away to somebody
For good
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