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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