Woorden:
The Byrds For Free

on a noisy corner Waiting for the walking green Across the street he stood And he played real good On his clarinet, for free Now me, I play for fortune

now since you are here Winter days will seem like spring to me again With all the love that you will bring to me again No matter what I'll do, I will

corner Waitin' for the walking green Across the street he stood, you know he played real good He was playing real good for free Now me, I play for fortunes