Soft Machine - Hibou, Anemone and Bear lyrics

In the spring, I think of s** and means to ends Summertime, I like to sit upon the gra** Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends Winter time is when I think about the past But of course I do all those things all the year 'round I mean, all the good things are there to be found It's all here, pick a bag and get to work If you don't, your life in fact will go berserk Or indeed be bored to d**h, which is worse? If something's not worth saying Not worth saying Not worth saying Say it...