Singer:byrds, the
clouds so swift
rain won't lift
gate won't close
railings froze
get your mind off wintertime
you ain't goin nowhere
whoo-ee ride me high
tomorrow's the day
my bride's gonna come
oh
oh are we gonna fly
down in the easy chair
i don't care
how many letters they send
morning came and morning went
pack up your money
pick up your tent
buy me a flute
and a gun that shoots
tailgates and substitutes
strap yourself
to a tree with roots
now genghis kahn
he could not keep
all his kings
supplied with sleep
we'll climb that hill no matter how steep
when we get up to it