and she's running through the trees
who knows what she will find?
and she's falling over me
she's got mischief on her mind

and she's playing in the mud
painting like Picasso
she's exploding like a SCUD
she's got nowhere else to go

even if she doesn't know
black alder
even if she can't let go
black alder

and she's sitting on a stump
and looking at the trees
and she's searching for a lump
she's staring up at me

and we're climbing the lighthouse together
she never asks for pity
she's just waiting for the stormy weather
rising and falling with the sea

even if she can't be free
black alder
even if she can't believe
black alder

she doesn't want to take the poison cure
she just wants to live, to dream
she doesn't want to breathe with machines
she just wants to be free...