There was a summer breeze
All things a blurry dream
There's no more lucky clover
It's the last September ever
If you fall in love with me
'Cause you've got to set me free
Oh, you've got to set me free
Oh, you've got to set me free
Windy Christian music tickling a-lofty
Hear the seashells chatter
The black berriless makes a mutter
We're all searching for our mother
Bloody nose, toes, horse hoof and thunder
I'm wondering where I am now
A solitary soldier saluting heavenwards and nothing
You know her amble movements
She's been here now forever
There's no more lucky clover
It's the last September ever
There's no more lucky clover
It's the last September ever
There was a summer breeze
All things a blurry dream
In the shade beyond the tree
There's no more lucky clover
It's the last September ever
If you fall in love with me
'Cause you've got to set me free
Oh, you've got to set me free
Oh, you've got to set me free
What happened to the old tire swing?
Oh burned-out foxhole of childhood longing
There ain't nothing to kiss but a bull frog and a horse hoof
Cracked out and bee stung
Rainwater flow through the money tracks
Tractor tracks, tire tracks
Might be that old Tom who got murdered by the nurse
Who rides that old motorcrycle?
Maybe someone young and virile
I want a cup of tea so bad it's making my world...
Get hold of yourself, Grandpa!
Do you want to take me beachcombing, world roaming?
Do you want to be my partner?
There was a summer breeze
All things a blurry dream
There's no more lucky clover
It's the last September ever
If you fall in love with me