Poppas still pumping out never fear
Birdsong sings in the atmosphere
Spring has sprung out of nothing

Ticking clocks keep on rattling
Time slowly chimes in a chattering
The cowboy rises in the early sun

Golden gush cockerel crow
It comes out says hello
Don't look at it too closely

That is why I don't get old
I take my time I take it slow
Nothing but the drone of the certain

Every way I look

Spring has sprung leather lung ever clear
Sunshine shone in the stratosphere
You appear out of nowhere

That is why you don't get old
You takе your time you take it slow
Skipping and playing in the mud
As you comе up
Dripping blood
Rush the meadows
Better run before evil days come
Better run before evil days come