There's a pine warbler sitting on a hollow limb He seems to have the whole morning out right in front of him And everything he sings from the branch that he's sitting on It seems to hush the leaves and the colors all around Now first he sings and then he goes. And what it means? It's hard to know.
Baby works down right off of Barbur Boulevard writes down everything on the back of a business card Everything she writes will turn into a song or two She puts it on the stage and all goes still Now if she sings a forest clear She puts a tree right in your ear.
Now why can't you stay with me? Why don't you tell me it cause it makes a fool of me Eden was a garden you know The birds were in the trees until the place was gone They scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on
Just the other night the clocks were moving awful slow I heard a woman's voice coming up form the street below I got up from my bed that song was so enrapturing And found my real to reel just to see if I could capture - By the time I turned it on, and turned an ear that voice was gone.
Now why can't you stay with me? Why don't you tell me cause it makes a fool of me Eden was a garden you know The birds were in the trees until the place was gone They scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on