If you could teach the birds to sing, darling
Won't you let them sing?
You could tell the flowers to grow now
Won't you let them grow?
All in the ways of the morning thunder
I was over my head, I am under
Under
And if the mockingbird howls at the moon
Start saying prayers
If it's Christmas Eve in the month of June
Start splitting hairs
Where there is joy, there is wonder
I'm always over my head, I am under
Under your spell
Bluer than the Blue Ridge
I was out at sea
Further than the farthest
'Til you came for me
You're always welcome to this plunder
I was over my head, I am under
Under your spell
Never tell me how
You do what you do
'Cause I don't need to know
I've seen you teach the birds to sing, darling
Won't you let them sing?
You can tell the flowers to grow now
Won't you let them grow?
All in the ways of the morning thunder
I was over my head, I am under
Under your spell
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