Even the birds when they sing
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It's not everything to them
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Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils
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Made me want to play
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To the puppies having their little breakfast
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So I picked up six fine strings
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And I began to play
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What I thought that new
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Born fur would like best
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Hey, hey, such a new born morn
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Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone
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Left me here holding this song
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Music is so much less than what you are
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Just how far can you take me
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How far can you take me, Mother Nina
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Before I'm on my own
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Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song
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When the sun makes it's sap to rise
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One by one the chorus swells till it's a mighty noise
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Are you sure that it's not a silence?
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Even the birds when they sing
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It's not everything to them
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Even the birds when they sing
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Spread their wings to heaven and fly away.
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Puppies
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The Incredible String Band |