One of these days, I'm going to cut you into little pieces
You say the hill's too steep to climb Just climb it You say you'd like to see me try Climbing You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant tide Comes
As I reach for a peach Slide a rind down behind The sofa in San Tropez Breakin' a stick With a brick on the sand Ridin' a wave in the wake of an old
A cloud of eiderdown Draws around me Softening the sound Sleepy time When I lie With my love by my side And she's breathing low And the candle dies When
I was in the kitchen Seamus, that's the dog was outside Well, I was in the kitchen Seamus, my old hound was outside Well, you know the sun was sinking
: The cloud of eiderdown draws around me softening the sound sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side and she's breathing low, and the candle dies
: As I reach for a peach, slide a line down behind, a sofa in San Tropez breaking a stick with a brick on the sand riding a wave in the wake of an old
: I was in the kitchen Seamus, that's the dog, was outside well I was in the kitchen Seamus, my own hound, was outside well you know the sun was sinking
: Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant time Comes
: One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces
: You say the hill's to steep to climb, climbing you say you'ld like to see me try, climbing you pick the place and I'll choose the time and I'll climb
The cloud of eiderdown draws around me softening the sound sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side and she's breathing low, and the candle dies
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant time Comes
You say the hill's to steep to climb, climbing you say you'ld like to see me try, climbing you pick the place and I'll choose the time and I'll climb
I was in the kitchen Seamus, that's the dog, was outside well I was in the kitchen Seamus, my own hound, was outside well you know the sun was sinking
As I reach for a peach, slide a line down behind, a sofa in San Tropez breaking a stick with a brick on the sand riding a wave in the wake of an old
One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces
