Winters right around the corner
The birds wont be chirpin'
Like they used to
But if I could tell you
What they say to me
Then in your life
You'd never see a
Silent Spring
You used to
Sit around
Soak up all the sun you could
You would sit around
Ya head feeling like
Its split in two
The doctor told me
You'd get better in a week
Little did he know
You're being sprayed
So little
So weak
No more little boy
No more Silent Springs
(No more no more)
No more little boy
No more Silent Springs
(No more no more)
The leaves are fallin'
The goats are callin'
The fields
The fields
The fields
Sagebrush whisperin'
Lucile
Lucile
Lucile
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Lucile
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Lucile
No more little girl
No more Silent Spring
(No more no more)
No more little girl
No more Silent Spring
Yeah
It coulda been anythin'
It coulda been
Coulda been anythin'
Why'dya have to take my
Little girl little boy
Little girl
Little boy
You took them for granted
Now we're stuck with the damage
The arms of many men
Scaled and peeling
Torchered by their own sense of
Of feeling
We look to the sky
And hope they
Turn to feathers
You'd think life would still be determined
By the weather