Oak apple day chase'n the blues away. The cobblestone kids are back again throwing colors on the wind. Cosmos and plough look who's smiling now. The lord of candles has lost his way.
Deep within your eyes. I see what hides behind your smile. What happened out there. To make you so scared. As to chase these wicked miles. How many have come and gone.
Fine sir john got far beyond. And laid low one wet september. It was then he wrote. The curse of her pearls. For which he is now remembered. But of course it all came to an end.