This is what I copied them down as - as I heard them:

About my time with the son
My cordelia I won't tell you
Because I'd never let us come unstuck
So may your pretty boys always be curly haired
And may you never see your lovers face reflected in your others

There's a footprint of fire on my face
Can't I be pretty as I fall?
Wouldn't it be better if everyone was pretty?
This parting is for everything and nothing and not me

My heart beats like tomorrow and I can't begin to wonder
Where we'll all be seconds away from now
So lets us all be what we have to be
And lets us all be simple love if we wont be lovers

With a cool cool breeze on my face
And our whole selves turn to tomorrow
Wouldn't it be better if we three stood up to be counted?
This parting is for nothing and nothing and nobody

Bout my time in the son my cordelia I won't tell you
Because I'll never let us come unstuck
So may your pretty boys always be curly haired
And may you never see your lovers face reflected in your others

but obviously i may have misheard some bits.

xLx