winter's melted into spring brings catepiller creeps in slowly, lowly you know, he's inches away through wedded green thing until it builds a lonely room he's gonna sleep like death in a homemade tomb then once I took a look away that brown cocoon the silent pleasure to my eyes beautiful butterfly oh, won't you flutter, flutter by my way? won't you decorate my day?
and the seasons keep turning around for the reasons have yet to be found and the world is turning on and when something's gone you know it's something's coming it's something's coming when something's gone, something's coming when something's gone, something's coming something's coming
he's got dirt in his hair and his eyes and his ears don't you put him down frayed teeth frightened my leaves well, it's been up to seven years in this town it's autumn he's must have dust a chance enough a poor old guffer, nobody loves ya let him go and didn't seek and now he's only left with tobacco weaken through his skin times would have been, guffer gonna die soon and a newborn baby gonna cry soon, way soon
and the seasons keep turning around for the reasons have yet to be found and the world is turning on and when something's gone, you know it's something's coming it's something's coming when something's gone, something's coming when something's gone, something's coming when something's gone, something's coming when something's gone, something's coming when something's gone, something's hanging round the corner when something's gone, something's coming something's comingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
