are you not that sycamore d place where my thoughts journey and cling a familiar voice in the flutter of silver leaves and the swell of strings is it not you who seeks me out sows goodness and holds me dear who draws me out with pen in hand again with my heart laid there it s you oh my darling its you oh my darling it s you a gentle greeting in the morning let the exodus begin we ve left this place nigh on a thousand times and we ll leave it again and in the evening that makes you so lovely we ll find a place to be in the swirling music a flurry of castanets you are there with me and it s you oh my darling it s you oh my darling it s you