While in the form of the ant
The goose and the wren
Left the shores of Maryland
To find better oxygen
While the outcry of twenty men
Run from the nearby battalion
As if we avoid their light
That we might make it home tonight

And one old crook
Carries a very heavy book
Friends would say 'Sir
Are you sure some good
Could come of your learning?'

And he said 'My girl gave it to me
Just before the war
I've never read a book like this before
It's giving me kind of a kind of a binding(burning?)'

But if it is love then I'm not quite sure if I should keep it
But I've heard it's a part of the whole so I guess I need it
But I'll certainly be sure to stay above the ground
Lately beautiful things got a way of bringing me down

Here lie one hundred men
Fighters every one of them
They went into the light and oh no
They won't be home tonight
And I came upon a kid with a kite
Despite the storms said he's going to fly
So I said 'Brother
What would your mother say?'

And he said 'Hold your tongue!
It was a present
And God damn I am a man
I ain't afraid of the rain!'

But what can a bystander do?
No more than watch the spidery lights take a hold of you
But you know I warned you boy
You know I told you boy
I'll hold you back boy
But now I don't know but
Cause in a curious kind of way
I want to grow along with you

And morning did come
I was standing struck dumb
By the man in the sun
And the only live one
Held a string from his thumb
That stretched up to the sky
Where the heron flew by
Singing 'Oh me and oh my!'
And the goose and the wren
No I have not seen them
But the water looks nice
So I dare not think twice
And I'm sure that they're fine
Very good friends of mine
Cause sometimes I can't tell
When things are unwell

By the look of the sea
Starting straight back at me
And I miss 'em I do
But I think it is true
That when the love go
It's the lovers who show
Just how lonely(lovely?) they are
In a song or a scar

Sincerely your friend
Write back to me, Wren
I've been thinking too much
Down here in the sand

The farmer stands and says 'What happened to the land?
It used to be fertile. It used to be good, when I was a lad.'
The farmer calls out to this men says
'It's getting late boys, it's best you come back in.'

(Everybody together!)

The farmer stands and says 'What happened to the land?
It used to be fertile. It used to be good, when I was a lad.'

The farmer calls out to this men says
'It's getting late boys, it's best you come back in.'

(I love you guys!)

The farmer stands and says 'What happened to the land?
It used to be fertile. It used to be good, when I was a lad.'

The farmer calls out to this men says
'It's getting late boys, it's best you come back in.'

(One more time!)

The farmer stands and says 'What happened to the land?
It used to be fertile. It used to be good, when I was a lad.'

The farmer calls out to this men says
'It's getting late boys, it's best you come back in.'
(Come back here right now!)

(Woo!)
(Yeah!)
(That's the one)
(Let's go!)
(Alright! Alright!)