Throw down a line, help a poor boy. Who's drowning in the stormy sea. Throw down a line, help a poor boy. Who's hanging in a nowhere tree. Have you got a place for me.
Image a still summer's day. When nothing is moving, least of all me. I lay on my back in the hay. The warm sun was soothing. It made me feel good, the day I met Marie.
Butterflies danced on invisible strings. Showing wings they borrowed from a rainbow. And a blackbird on high sang a praise to the sky. While a light aeroplane sprayed the fields with a silvery rain.