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Even the birds when they sing
It's not everything to them
Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils
Made me want to play
To the puppies having their little breakfast
So I picked up six fine strings
And I began to play
What I thought that new
Born fur would like best
Hey, hey, such a new born morn
Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone
Left me here holding this song
Music is so much less than what you are
Just how far can you take me
How far can you take me, Mother Nina
Before I'm on my own
Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song
When the sun makes it's sap to rise
One by one the swells till it's a mighty noise
Are you sure that it's not a silence?
Even the birds when they sing
It's not everything to them
Even the birds when they sing
Spread their wings to heaven and fly away.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- The Incredible String Band
- Be Glad For The Song Has No Ending
- No Ruinous Feud
- The Chelsea Sessions 1967
- Liquid Acrobat As Regards The Air
- Wee Tam And The Big Huge
- The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion
- Hard Rope & Silken Twine
- Earthspan
- The Big Huge
- Wee Tam
- Psychedelia: A 50 Year Trip
- U
- Heritage
- From the Coffeehouse
- Introducing The Incredible String Band
- The All New Electric Muse: The Story of Folk Into Rock
- The Peace & Love Generation
- First Girl I Loved