(by Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks)
She belongs there, left with her liberty never known as a non-believer,
She laughs and stays in the wonderful.
She knew how to gather the forest
When God reached softly and moved her body
One golden locket, quite young, and loving her mother and father.
Farther down the path was a mystery,
Through the recess, the chalk and numbers
A boy bumped into her wonderful.
All fall down and lost in the mystery,
Lost it all to a non-believer,
And all that's left is a girl, who's loved By her mother and father.
She'll return in love with her liberty, just away from the non-believer,
She'll sigh and thank god for Wonderful.