All night, all night she wanders the rooms,
hey nonny, ho nonny, slow nonny noo.
Looking for something she thinks she once knew.
knew nonny, coo nonny, true nonny who.
Into the kitchen and into the den,
dark nonny, hark nonny, lark nonny nigh.
And rooms she’d forgotten she’d ever been in,
oh nonny, ho nonny, whoa nonny sigh.
(Happy New Age Ending)
She found it at last in an old leather book
dust nonny trust nonny hushed nonny whee,
And never again did she wander or look,
Here nonny, clear nonny, she’s a Sufi.
(Hollywood Ending)
The dark handsome man stood behind the next door,
hot nonny, caught nonny, dot commy rich
They married and unmarried, still wanting more,
whoops nonny, oops nonny which man is which.
(Real Ending)
She never did find what she once thought was gone,
hope nonny, nope nonny, grope nonny mess.
The rooms changed and she changed and life went on,
day nonny, night nonny, no nonny yes.
The diminishing glow toward realism in the stanzas is lovely. but those refrains are such fun, imagining those choruses.