Im tired of saying
That i wont get lost ever again
who knows, maybe i will
And everywhere i go
There i'll be
With a rust old rake in a pile of leaves
Oh my , truly daunting
Chorus:
But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their true hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And i'll know what yesterdays bring
Im not really sure
But im starting to think that i've been here before
Who knows
Maybe i have
And everywhere i went
There i was with a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
Oh my , how amusing
Chorus
One time, there was this one time
When i swore God , she spoke to me
And she told me, oh yes she told me
Of all the wonder that she could bring
And i said,
Wont you , wont you fill me up with it, wont you fill me up with it, wont
You fill me ( x4)
Chorus
I am always here with me
And i'll know what yesterdays bring