[Mood: Deeply sad dark folk blended with hazy psych folk. The song opens with a slow solo cello playing long bowed notes in a low register, with descending phrases, unresolved suspensions, and heavy room reverb.] [Intro/Opening] [Verse 1] I packed some apples in a bag, And found the coats beside the door. The children chose their favorite hats, Then asked what we were waiting for. We walked together to the train, They waved at every passing car. They found a seat beside the glass, And asked me if the park was far. [Chorus] We are going to the park today, Two small hands are holding mine. Trees and swings are waiting there, Just a little down the line. We are going to the park today, And everyone is feeling fine. They have a seat beside the window, And I am sitting by their side. [Verse 2] We shared our lunch beneath a tree, They chased the pigeons through the grass. One brought a little stone to me, And said it looked like painted glass. The afternoon went quietly, The clouds moved slowly overhead. They leaned against me on the train, And one was sleeping when we left. [Final Chorus] We went together to the park, Two tired hands are holding mine. Trees and swings are far behind us, Moving softly down the line. We went together to the park, And everything turned out just fine. They had a seat beside the window, And I was with them all the time. [Outro: The vocalist becomes softer while the cello rises beneath her.] Tomorrow we may go again. They said they hope we do. [Instrumental Interlude] [End of Song]
