Something's talking, in the meadow
Look and see what you can find
It's a dingle, and it's walking
Weaving reason out of time
There's a passion, but it's lacking
Without a mouth but yet it sings
Sings a low song, of the lotus
Flowers out of everything
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Susie once she, catches my eye
Beauty of a thousand songs
Is she crinkling, or blooming?
Making right a thousand wrongs
I'm a captive, in the garden
Can you smell my bleeding soul?
Is it so wrong, to love her?
Whilst I walk her through the knoll
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Look and see what you can find
It's a dingle, and it's walking
Weaving reason out of time
There's a passion, but it's lacking
Without a mouth but yet it sings
Sings a low song, of the lotus
Flowers out of everything
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Susie once she, catches my eye
Beauty of a thousand songs
Is she crinkling, or blooming?
Making right a thousand wrongs
I'm a captive, in the garden
Can you smell my bleeding soul?
Is it so wrong, to love her?
Whilst I walk her through the knoll
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
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