Lyric Jar of Cardinals

Droves of growers rolling by

In the trees and way below

Simple factors foiling time

Never did we seem to know

She was high and I was low

Sitting in our bungalow

Eating something wonderfulNever ever getting full

Nests of crows are hoarding coins

In the competition zone

Hush now seedling, don t you cry

Maybe I ll be coming home quite soon for you

Quite sinful you...