Poppas still pumping out never fear Birdsong sings in the atmosphere Spring has sprung out of nothing Ticking clocks keep on rattling Time slowly chimes in a chattering The cowboy rises in the early sun Golden gush cockerel crow It comes out says hello Don't look at it too closely That is why I don't get old I take my time I take it slow Nothing but the drone of the certain Every way I look Spring has sprung leather lung ever clear Sunshine shone in the stratosphere You appear out of nowhere That is why you don't get old You take your time you take it slow Skipping and playing in the mud As you come up Dripping blood Rush the meadows Better run before evil days come Better run before evil days come