Bruce Cockburn - The Bicycle Trip lyrics
[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 hmmm
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 -ing wing
Back again purple thistles bristle
All around bane of the eternal dancer
Hmmm
Home is just around the bend the end
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 hmmm
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 -ing wing
Back again purple thistles bristle
All around bane of the eternal dancer
Hmmm
Home is just around the bend the end