Birds of a feather flock together,
In the cold and windy weather...

Deep in
A dreary wood...

As we look to the sky and see God drawing nigh,
As Gabriel blows his horn a thousand years we will...

I dont understand why the sky is blue,
I dont understand why the sea has salt...

There was a Leprechaun Bill,
Who drank beer to his fill...

Reminds me of something bitter sweet,
Something wet across my feet...

In the darkness grim,
A light far and dim...

Noah do me a favor if you could,
Make me an ark out of gopher wood...

Sitting by the sea,
That’s where I’d like to...