Written by: Neil Young
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See the bluebird fly easy as a dream Dipping and bobbing in the sun Could she be the one I saw so long ago Could she be the one to take me home This pasture is green I'm walking in the sun It's turning brown I'm standing in the rain My overcoat is worn The pockets are all torn I'm moving away from the pain Tick-tock The clock on the wall No wonder we're losing time Ring, ring The old church bell The bride and her love Seeking guidance from above Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again That song from 9/11 keeps ringing in my head I'll always remember something Chris Rock said Don't send no more candles No matter what you do Then Willie stopped singing And the prairie wind blew The green kept rolling on For miles and miles Fields of fuel rolling on for miles Tick-tock The clock on the wall No wonder we're losing time Toll, toll The fallen soldier bell The old church on the hill Still standing when so many fell Back when I was young, the birds blocked out the sun Before the great migration south We only shot a few They last the winter through Mother cooked them good and served them up Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair Behind a big wooden desk The caribou we killed mean nothing to him He took his money just like all the rest Tick-tock The clock on the wall No wonder we're losing time Ring, ring Ring the wedding bells The bride takes the ring And the happy people sing

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