Walkin' in the park just the other day, Baby, What do you, what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said, "Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?" And you know how it is; I really don't know what time it was, woh, oh, So I asked them if I could stay awhile. I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really, Really out of my mind. Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said, "Please, hey, would we care to all get in line, Get in line." Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun, Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh. Why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see, And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it? There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin' Ah, not trying to fight it. You really don't care if they're coming, oh, oh, I know that it's all a state of mind, ooh. If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better, You better open your eyes. Folk down there really don't care, Really don't care, don't care, really don't Which, which way the pressure lies, So I've decided what I'm gonna do now. So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains Where the spirits go now, Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh. I really don't know.

Oscillations, oscillations Electronic evocations of sound's reality Spinning, magnetic fluctuations Waves of wave configurations That dance between the poles off sound And bind my world to soul I walk the streets of moment Head down to the ground Cars are stars remotely far My only world is sound Passersby are worlds that fly Far from the dance of time Time whirls round from pole to pole And swirls within the sound of... Oscillations, oscillations Electronic evocations of sound's reality Spinning, magnetic fluctuations Waves of wave configurations That dance between the poles off sound And bind my world to soul Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, oscillations Oscillations, o-

Dust, this day is hash... A broken bottle's inside Strewn with rinds of love And shattered shells of soul. Dust of other days... Crumpled hours of devotion Washed down gutter streams To sink within the tide. Dust of love squeezed dry... Hateful fingers strangled joy Self-made love as bare as bone Dropped down to dusty morning.

You change from winter to the spring While I am sleeping Beneath these apple trees of sorrow Grown for me I read the letters in your pocket They says you're starving now It's usually reckless to write Something we don't mean And I could sit days but you wouldn't care I see those carvings in the tree we share I know that it is all of the moments That I spend with you I suddenly feel that none of them were true I know the leaves are Falling for you Fading for me Those bright lights just ain't lights of love left to be And now I'm like Hey what's going on I lay down by the fire warming up my bones 'Cause it's freezing and the only thing I want is to melt I wish I had the wear with all to do so But I'm so alone won't you know That it ain't so nice to be fooling around And picking my heart up To throw it away And I could sit days but you wouldn't care I see those carvings in the tree we share I know that it is all of the moments that I spend with you I suddenly feel that none of them were true I know the leaves are Falling for you Fading for me Those bright lights just ain't lights of love left to be And now I'm like Hey what's going on And now I sit days as the days go by And nothing seems clear as I clearly try I clearly try to figure out why I fell in love so hard It must be these apples that I ate at the start And in the end I'm calling for you Oh please, answer me Those bright lights are still lights that I'd like to see And now I'm like Hey what's going on I don't know

I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas Your turn I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas Now let's sing it with the long a sound I like to ate, ate, ate, ay-ples and ba-nay-nays I like to ate, ate, ate, ay-ples and ba-nay-nays Your turn I like to ate, ate, ate, ay-ples and ba-nay-nays I like to ate, ate, ate, ay-ples and ba-nay-nays Now let's sing it with the long e sound I like to eat, eat, eat, ee-ples and bee-nee-nees I like to eat, eat, eat, ee-ples and bee-nee-nees Your turn I like to eat, eat, eat, ee-ples and bee-nee-nees I like to eat, eat, eat, ee-ples and bee-nee-nees This time, with the long i sound I like to ite, ite, ite, i-ples and by-ny-nys I like to ite, ite, ite, i-ples and by-ny-nys Your turn I like to ite, ite, ite, i-ples and by-ny-nys I like to ite, ite, ite, i-ples and by-ny-nys This time, sing the long o sound I like to ote, ote, ote, oh-ples and bo-no-nos I like to ote, ote, ote, oh-ples and bo-no-nos Your turn I like to ote, ote, ote, oh-ples and bo-no-nos I like to ote, ote, ote, oh-ples and bo-no-nos Don't forget the long u sound I like to ute, ute, ute, u-ples and boo-noo-noos I like to ute, ute, ute, u-ples and boo-noo-noos Your turn I like to ute, ute, ute, u-ples and boo-noo-noos I like to ute, ute, ute, u-ples and boo-noo-noos One last time, the normal way I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas Your turn I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat, apples and bananas That was fun!

Delilah the dancer from Soho Was making her way down the lane Simpson from Harrow Had fruit on his barrow He sold it for love and for gain Simpson said, "Hello, young woman" "My Pippins are lovely today" "Don't be suspicious" "Of Golden Delicious" "Whatever your granny might say" There only apples, red and green Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you Right off me barrow, me old cock sparrow Apples, red and green Delilah the dancer from Soho Took ages to make up her mind Simpson said, "Madam," "You'd know if you'd 'ad 'em" "That these are the very best kind" "This is the pick of the orchard" "Forgive me a figure of speech" "But apples like these here" "Just don't grow on trees, dear" "And this one is really a peach" There only apples, red and green Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you Right off my barrow, my old cock sparrow Apples, red and green Simpson picked out a green apple He polished it up on his sleeve He said, "Do me a favour" "And savour the flavour" "Of what you're about to receive" Delilah the dancer from Soho Accepted his gift with a smile She said, "It looks like a good 'un" "It'll do for my pudden" "I'll get round to it after a while" There only apples, red and green Apples, lovely, ripe and juicy and especially for you Right off my barrow, my old cock sparrow Apples, red and green