Birds on the wing at the end of the day
The trees of green and brown you see
Have suddenly turned grey
Don't be too sad when you're waiting for death
The message on the garden wall says
Mickey Mouse is bad
Ooh, Need, I need, I need, I need her
The broken arrows in the door, there's lots of Indians
Ooh, Need, I need, I need, I need her
The grass that grows above her hair
The pretty patterned teddy bear
Aah, aah aah yeah yeah
Her baby cries in the heat of the night
Footsteps up the stairs her mother's there to hold her tight
Happy young child and his dog running wild
Spring is in the air and they've been running for a mile
There goes that little girl again
The years have passed but all in vain
The birds have fallen from the trees
And it is told in these old memories
O' What of the old man who stand there so still
A Looking at the stars you're bringing to your window sill
Where is old Betty now? Woman who scrub
Perhaps she passed away she's very old but very good
Ooh, Need, I need, I need, I need her
The broken arrows in the door; there's lots of Indians
Ooh, Need, I need, I need, I need her
The grass that grows above her hair
The pretty patterned teddy bear
Aah, aah aah yeah yeah
Why did this happen, where did I do wrong?
I know that now I'm home I'm not too young and then I'm gone
Birds on the wing at the end of the day
The trees of green and brown you see
Have suddenly turned grey
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