gonna do The Communists were comin' around They was in the air, they were on the ground They were all over So I ran down most hurriedly And joined the John Birch
So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a
Goodbye my love I'll be seeing you when the lights go When I put my head on the pillow I'll think of you My crimson dove Wish that I could save you from
I said to the river running through my heart You got a long way to go until the waters part Come the clouds rollin' in and all the people hide They say
Hallelujah, I got water, I got air The chains that once held me, now aren't there 'Cause honey my heart has let you go, oh yes Hallelujah, I got flowers
I put a photograph inside the frame of my heart Forever you'll be the better half watching the rest fall apart Nothing's goin' change the look on my face
There are many things that I would like to say to you But I don't have the words in my head Days are passing by and all the leaves are changing too But
Turning, turning are the tables here before me Oh, but you're so lovely Lovely as you are, I know you'll leave me High up in a tree, I can't climb down
Why not say it like it is, like you know you should Before they break your little heart, oh break it good The feelings all the way inside, they never
Lookin' round for a different high in the land of the living Tryin' to free the bird inside this cage I got news today that you're gonna go see the great
My baby's got a cherry eye It comes out when the moon is high Oh, when the moon is high Oh, my baby's got a heart of gold But every time the sun goes
Well, I passed the wishing well and I threw my penny in Sent a prayer on up above that you would come my way again Yeah, I've seen some better days and
I'm chasing the rainbows end I'm fighting the weatherman No sun through my window and no No love from my uncle Sam Why do you hide? Why don't you look
Gettin' tired of livin', livin' for a moment Gettin' tired of hanging on the line I wake up every morning and I pull back the curtain And wonder if it
Fools knockin' on my door, calling out my name Tellin' me to change my ways but I know Two hands in the fire won't put out the flame Yeah, I got your
the names of everybody turning left Oh, we're the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society Here to save our country from a communistic plot Join the John Birch
The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk, In the dark glass; But, Spring
waves kiss the shore and the air is warm But, birch trees are falling now that you are gone Once we walked the crumbling cliffs where the birch trees
