Sensible, she said With a hand upon my head When we wheeled over the field Under the sky When I was 19, she was 21 We were high, low, high, low, high, low, high We were high, low, high, low, high ♪ Now the leper kneels and prays For bright and future, airy days As bandages have all decayed The sun is beating down And from the forest flies a bird A cardinal that's overheard and Understood the leper's words And become his shocking crown Is all the kind of things she'd say to me While crying on my shoulder And I am trying to console her But we're high, low, high, low, high, low, high When you're high, you're low When you're high