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But what you see isn't what you get
And I haven't made my mind up yet
What you think of here right now
And I hate to judge the sacred cow

So come on and follow me
Beneath the bells of the blackest tree

Well I'm settled with this thing called life
You've heard about it
Oh whistling in the trees

Now this morning out of the blue
One foggy morning I see you
Doing things you'd never dare
And crying in the morning air

So come on and follow me
Beneath the bells of the blackest tree

Well thе sky was coming down
You know how it does
As walk away

Yeah the moon got in my еyes
It was rising
That's when a [?] set on you

Now I wander red hill sides
Looking for a place to hide
And waiting until you show your hand
And wave it over this green land

So come on and follow me
Beneath the bells of the blackest tree

Well I'm settled with this thing called life
You've heard about it
Oh whistling in the trees