Drift along
Hear the gravel crackle
Shades of the eternal dancer
God has buttered the land with sunlight

Corn grows high
Like a tall watusi
Hums a monotonous tune
Rather hypnotically
Overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves
Singing like me
What a clever bird
Even knows the words
But he doesn't seem to see
Making my great escape

You can just take so much of your own advice
Who needs a king
Sitting in a tree
So loquaciously
Pigeonholing everything
Pigeons have a way of taking wing

Back again
Purple thistles bristle
All around
Bane of the Eternal Dancer

Home is just around the bend...
The end
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The Bicycle Trip Lyrics

Bruce Cockburn – The Bicycle Trip Lyrics

Songwriters: COCKBURN, BRUCE
The Bicycle Trip lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CARLIN AMERICA INC

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