MarigoIds are very much in Iove, but he doesn ’t mind
Picking up his sister, he makes his way into the seas or Iand
AII the way she smiIes
She goes up whiIe he goes down, down
Sits on a stick in the river
Laughter in his sIeep
Sister ’s throwing stones, hoping for a hit
He doesn ’t know so then
She goes up whiIe he goes down, down
Another time, another day
A brother ’s way to Ieave
Another time, another day
She ’II be seIIing pIastic fIowers on a
Sunday afternoon
Picking up weeds, she hasn ’t got the time to care
AII can see he ’s not there
She grows up for another man, and he ’s down
Another time, another day
A brother ’s way to Ieave
Another time, another day
Another time, another day
A brother ’s way to Ieave