Birds on the wing at the, end of the day The trees of green and brown you see Have suddenly turned grey
Don't be too sad when you're, waiting for (dad?/death?) The message on the garden wall says Mickey Mouse is bad
Ooh, I need, I need, I need, I need a The broken arrows in the door, there's lots of Indians Ooh, need, I need, I need, I need a The grass that grows above your hair The pretty patterned teddy bear Ah ah ah Ah ah, ah ah Yeah yeah 'eah
Her baby cries in the, heat of the night Her footsteps up the stairs Her mother's there to hold her tight, yeah
Happy young child and his, dog running wild Spring is in the air And they've been running for a mile
There goes that little girl again The years have passed, but all in vain The birds have fallen, from the trees And it is told, these old memories
What of the old men who, A stand there so still A looking at the stars You're bringing to your windowsill, yeah
Where is old Betty The, woman who scrubbed Perhaps she passed away She's very old but very good
Ooh, need, I need, I need, I need a The broken arrows in the door, there's lots of Indians Ooh, need, I need, I need, I need a The grass that grows above your hair The pretty patterned teddy bear Ah ah ah Ah ah, ah ah Yeah yeah, yeah
A why did this happen, where, did I do wrong I know that now I'm home I'm not too young And their not long
Birds on the wing at the, end of the day The trees of green and brown you see Have suddenly turned grey
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