I live in the hills. You live in the valleys. And all that you know are those blackbirds. You rise every morning. Wondering what in the world will the world bring today.
I live in the hills. You live in the valleys. And all that you know are those blackbirds. You rise every morning. Wondering what in the world will the world bring today.
One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky. I do not know if I was really sad to see her go. For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows.
We're going to the seashore. Gonna burst upon the brine. From a car that's full of babies. And dogs and food and wine. Sand in our suits and salt in our hair.
Ogwen--Bessie's gone. Bessie's gone away. I looked in the high meadow for her. I think she's gone. I looked down by the river. And I looked behind the barn.
I reached the desert as the sun was rising. On the day that you were passing through. The caravan you travelled in was crowded. I didn't like the people around you.
Will you wipe the flour from your hands and look this way?. Perfect, now hold your apron by your side. Perfect, no, no, your hair's just fine. Perfect.
All I said was why are you so fat. If you don't want to be and all that. No big deal, I just want to know. . Mind your own business, no, I don't mean you.
Waitress. Waitress. Waitress. . I have to clear your table. So I wipe it, it's right to keep it clean. So I clean, yes, I clean. Do you clean? Yes, I clean it.
I live in the hills. You live in the valleys. And all that you know are those blackbirds. Yoou rise every morning. Wondering what in the world will the world bring today.
It's clear to me now. I understand. A jump of cards in. An idle man's hand. . Oh, oh, you're sleeping. This is the story of your. Leaving. . I can win you with reason.
One time I saw Canada fall. Through a hole in the sky. I do not know if I was really sad. To see her go. . For in her place there was a. Herd of early morning cows.
The squirrel crossed the road like a ribbon on a fan. And the afternoon cicada threw a spell across this land. And the waves rolled off the Georgian rocks.
We're going to the sea shore. Gonna burst upon the brine. From a car that's full of babies. And dogs and food and wine. Sand in our suits and salt in our hair.
Ogwen Bessie's gone. Bessie's gone away. . I looked in the high meadow for her. I think she's gone. I looked down by the river. And I looked behind the barn.
I reached the desert as the sun was rising. On the day that you were passing through. The caravan you traveled in was crowded. I didn't like the people around you.
Sun shine on the moon, shine on the lake. Moon shine on the snow, shine on my face. Winter birds go in and out the stars. Okanagan arrowheads under lace.
So I go down to the lobby. And everybody stares. They say take off that foolish hat. What man? I say. . So I go down to the lobby. And everybody stares.
You watch the slow train moving through the city late at night. Adjusting back and forth against the darkness and street lights. I know that you're feeling bad but I'm glad you didn't lie.