Lyrics
59 years in a house and a garden,
everything else was just fine if the old man hadn't died.
Forced to move out from the plants he'd been guarding,
leaving a life's work to enter the world outside.
Chorus:
They hear big things in these small words from me,
and all that I say is the things that I see.
They read themselves into what I say,
and every shimmer is their own thoughts way.
Following every turn that comes through,
chance making way to the mighty big shots palace of majesty
Taken for wise man, they made him a guru,
explaining the seasons and the world as it seems to be.
Chorus:
They hear big things in these small words from me,
and all that I say is the things that I see.
They read themselves into what I say,
and every shimmer is their own thoughts way.
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