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Some of them were superstitious, sitting with their backs facing the orchard. |
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All of them with mittens on their hands and feet were waiting there for winter. |
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Thousands on the freeze, well I could never join them there. |
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And we dare not bother, but couldn't help but holler "Yeah". |
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There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright of sun. |
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I could wait for Winter. Better if it never comes. |
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Some of them were superstitious, watching them parade around the townsquare. |
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Some of them were praising while they're cold and simply 'cause they don't know better. |
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Someone to protect them, someone to keep track of them. |
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No I don't believe them. I would rather holler "Yeah". |
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There's no use in hiding the joy from the bright of sun. |
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Now you say you're leaving, but leaving will just bring you down. |
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Can you operate machines like that? |
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Miles a day on tough terrain and grass. |
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I'm not sure if we will meet again. |
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I guess it depends on which company you're in. |
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Oh wait. You're gone, you're gone. |
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So soon, so soon, so long. |
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But life, it hurts for someone. |
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And you're someone. |
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So soon, so soon, so long. |
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And when you're gone, you're gone. |
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But life, it hurts for someone. |
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And you're someone. |
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And you're someone. |
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And you're someone... |
