Shadows before dawn.

This is the story

 Of a lad and a lass.

Of a love long lost,

 Of a spring long past. 

Theirs was a unity

 That could not last.

One made of rubber,

 The other of brass. 

And off we'll go.

 To a place I know.

To a wondrous land

 We can call our own.

I know a place

 We can lay our heads.

Till we make it back

 To our Lovers beds.

Oh, and off we'll go.