It was a clear cool night
When he first began
Standing in the trees
Hiding his face behind the trunk
Shoulder peeking out
I covered it in leave
Which might seem an odd thing to have done
But this man knew My love
Oh, this man had a grateful heart
So, on that clear cool night
When you squinted through the glass
At the moon caught in the leaves
You didn't see Norm
No, you didn't see Norm
Hmm
Hmm