Lyrics
Poppas still pumping out never fear
Birdsong sings in the atmosphere
Spring has sprung out of nothing
Ticking clocks keep on rattling
Time slowly chimes in a chattering
The cowboy rises in the early sun
Golden gush cockerel crow
It comes out says hello
Don't look at it too closely
That is why I don't get old
I take my time I take it slow
Nothing but the drone of the certain
Every way I look
Spring has sprung leather lung ever clear
Sunshine shone in the stratosphere
You appear out of nowhere
That is why you don't get old
You take your time you take it slow
Skipping and playing in the mud
As you come up
Dripping blood
Rush the meadows
Better run before evil days come
Better run before evil days come
