The djini judy I hear you say recalling images
Of yesterday upon the present's
Passioned years shattered forth in happy tears
A wisp of smoke inside my mind tells
So much in fact it's true a djini dwells inside of you

If laughter comes on bleary days
And little boys' faces play
And play 'til it's all let loose good morning good day
I remember a thing or two of the distance inside
You too if laughter comes on bleary days

Well you're easily the djini type
And gradually
You'll see how very much
You really knew to get so close to me