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Some of them were superstitious |
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Sitting with their backs facing the orchard |
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All of them with mittens on their hands and feet |
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Were waiting there for winter |
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Thousands on the freeze |
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Well, I could never join them there |
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And we dare not bother |
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But couldn't help but holler, yeah |
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There's no use in hiding |
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The joy from the bright new sun |
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I could wait for winter |
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Better if it never comes |
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Some of them were superstitious |
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Watching them parade around the town square |
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Some of them were praising |
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While cold and simply 'cause they don't know better |
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Someone to protect them |
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Someone to keep track of them |
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No, I don't believe them |
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I would rather holler, yeah |
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There's no use in hiding |
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The joy from the bright new sun |
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Now you say you're leaving |
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But leaving will just bring you down |
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Can you operate machines like that? |
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Miles a day on tough terrain and grass |
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I'm not sure if we will meet again |
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I guess it depends on which company you're in |
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Oh wait, you're gone, you're gone |
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So soon, so soon, so long |
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But life in the words for someone |
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And you're someone |
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So soon, so soon, so long |
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And when you're gone, you're gone |
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And life, it works for someone |
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You're someone, you're someone |
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You're someone |
