two little ladies sat eating their biscuits
waiting for the wind to change
each wore a hat with a ribbon tied on it
sighing at the heat of the day

left turned to right one and asked what you thinking
are you thinking ‘bout the end of the day?
no i am thinking of the place i would travel
somewhere i could hide away

i’d fill a hamper with fruitcake and jam
with slices of turkey and rum
and build a small boat with two sails on it
and ride through the waves into the sun
singing a tune

two little ladies sat knitting their jumpers
waiting for the wind to change
each wore a necklace with matching gold earrings
sighing at the heat of the day

right turned to left one and asked what you thinking?
are you thinking ‘bout the end of the day?
no i am dreaming of where i would go to
somewhere i could hide away

i’d pack a suitcase with stashes of gin
and fly to the edge of the world
and build a castle with seventeen bathrooms
and dance round the floor, with my eyes shut tight
singing a tune

two little ladies sat wishing their wishes
waiting for the wind to change
each hoped their secrets wouldn’t have to stay secrets
hoping they’ll come true one day

but for now we’ll take a bus into town
and sit by the pond with the birds
and mumble together and tap our frail fingers
and listen to you, playing your song
singing your tune