Ooh. We're comin' from the mountains,. Across the Northern plains. It's off to California,. Then back again to Maine. Singin' a song that you all know,.
Come gather the time, I have nothing to do. Come gather the time, I have nothing to do. . Who could be nicer than someone with nothing to do?. I've spent all my life looking for someone like you.
Dance to the circle, watch it grow. Turning like forever, movin' slow. It's only a moment, yes, I know. Children of the morning told me so. . Burn with the fire, make it bright.
She's running through the cornfields of New York City. And I'm driving by the cornfields of Illinois. And I wonder how the dream feels in New York City.