Barnyard Story Lyrics - Procol Harum

Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin 

You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin 

I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall 

I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall 

Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wide 

I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride 

Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure 

All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure 

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