Once I was, I was, I was, there were ribbons in my hair There were leaves of streaming gold everywhere If a boy said, "Hello", I would hide, trembling so, trembling so Now I barely know what the meaning of 'No' is Now I am, I am, I am past an audience I stare What is gold is how the lights touch my hair All the boys turn to men, all the leaves change again Change again, change again Still I answer, "Yes" though I know what will happen As these phases come and go Music tells me what I need to know