 Barnyard story lyrics ( Procol harum )   
|
|
 Rate Barnyard Story
Artist : Procol harum
Song : Barnyard story
Chicken in the farmyard, there’s an oven in your
bin
You’re growing old with sorrow, you’re growing
fat with sin
I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from
the wall
I was living in the desert, I was trying not to
fall
Once I stood upon olympus, then the heavens
opened wide
I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the
sacred bride
Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my
life seems pure
All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death
will be my cure
|
Links