That's you hardly making new Living laughing lose That sleep makes my eyes believe in you Morning bird cut up, worm fasting Child in warmth of adam Here comes the sun, here comes someone Look where to hide, oh where to hide Oh I know I lied, make it hard to find Look, your head doesn't look
And dark blue bird, black worm It follows me, harmless; And I learn Father, my faith is bothered in my stomach There is hope in all his spirit Black bird blues Daughter, you will lose Keep her steady off the black yarn cradle Burn and you'll be able