summer woods
Summer woods are dense green and they are cool.
Summer woods are dense green and they are cool.
Down below I see forty acres and a mule.
Promissory mule, promissory forty acres.
Visionary forest, visions set my mind to baking.
Ghost down below plowing and the ground is shaking.
Noises coming from the bush but I can’t see what’s there.
Some kinds of life forms some people just don’t care.
Other kinds of life forms some people just get scared.
We got some life forms, they come down from Mars.
We got some life forms, they going up to the stars.
We got life here, spends their whole life behind bars.
Who’s got the key to the promissory note?
Who’s got the key to the promise of hope?
Must be a grazing animal, a promissory scapegoat.
Pick up your skirts and run over and vote.
Pick up your pants and run over and vote.
Don’t be suckered by the hangman’s rope-a-dope.
Age creeps up on you when you’re walking in the woods.
Age creeps up on you when you’re plowing the fields.
You can be cool or sweating either way you’re healed.
Summer woods are dense green and they are cool.
Summer woods are dense green and they are cool.
Woodpecker’s pounding out a tune, ain’t nobody’s fool.
My heart’s swinging with that tune and so is the mule’s.