I’ve known you for four months,
One hundred twenty days;
I fell in love with you
One hundred twenty times.

The cliff is ever near
That likes to watch me trip;
Her laugh I always hear
A-bursting from your lips.

I stroll again today
Up in the heights of rhyme;
A cliff is there to say,
“Now watch your step this time.”

I watch my step, I do,
But something grabs my feet!
It couldn’t, could, be you?!
I fall again, my sweet!

I’ve loved you for four months,
One hundred twenty ways;
And fall will be my calendar,
Clarinda all my days!