(Spoken)
Erika with the windy yellow hair
Dancing through the day
Or moping by the stair
My joy to know
Erika with the windy yellow hair
Yesterday I met her running home from school
Her face was tear-stained
She didn't know I knew
But I do, I do
Today she had a song to sing
And a poem she knew
And with a kiss and a hug she dashed away
She had things to do
I do too, I do too
Lithesome child, I turn with care
When viewing you on step or stair
All my hope and love for you
My Erika of the windy yellow hair