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Bruce Cockburn - The Bicycle Trip lyrics
Drift along Hear the gravel crackle Butterflies Shades of the eternal dancer God has buttered the land with sunlight Sunlight Corn grows high Like a tall watusi Katydid Hums a monotonous tune Rather hypnotically Hmmmmmm Overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves Singing like me What a clever bird Even knows the words But he doesn't seem to see Me Making my great escape You can just take so much of your own advice Who needs a king Sitting in a tree So loquaciously Pigeonholing everything Pigeons have a way of taking wing Back again Purple thistles bristle All around Bane of the Eternal Dancer Hmmmmmm Home is just around the bend... The end |
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