À tout à l'heure

Counting twos, counting fours When you're feeling sad treading ever so kindly Break it off, break it off When you see it glow, and you're thinking it's ripened À tout à l'heure, À tout à l'heure When you lift your feet, and you know it's me waving Scattered rains, scattered rains Counting dandelions and the parks they're ripened Counting threes, counting fives See the beaucoup view and the merry go rounding Spin your arms, spin your eyes Êtes vous ma fleuri, ever carefully breezing Look how we live, look how we laugh Feel the bellowing and the bath in flexing Let it drop, and let it bounce Counting melodies, and the gravity breathing Count in twos, count in fours When you're feeling slow, treading ever so fondly Cut it off, cut it off When you see it grow and you're thinking it's bolting À tout à l'heure, à tout à l'heure When you lift your soles and you know it's me smiling Scatter brains, scatter grains Count the buttercups and the melodies ripened Count in threes, count in fives See the figure-eight, hear the cherry-go-rounding Span your arms, span your eyes Ever presently, ever carefully freezing Count within, count without Feel the mellowing and the daffodil resting Let it drop, let it bounce Count the melodies and the levity teething --- À tout à l'heure - Bibio