The petal dropped from the flower//And so the flower drooped...
That night, as I laid bed, stories running through my mind, with a groan and creak, I lifted my head, then I understood, and I cried
...and that someone is your age. Someday, that someone will be you.
So reaper, if you can hear my voice//I'll warn you, you've got just one choice//You can leave me well alone or choose to take my poor soul//But for today, I live as a Dreamer, and rejoice