(Roger McGuinn and Jacques Levy)

If all my days was hills to climb

And circles without reason

If all I was was passing time

My life was just a season

Dares and dreams and silly schemes

And fillies running freely

I was young and no song was sung

That didn't sound appealing

I'd have my fun with a shy girl

And maybe hop a train

And I'd look  back at her standing in the rain

Dirty hands and root beer stands

And money like a river

Making deals to see how it feels

To get more than you're giving

I'd have my fun with a gamblin' man

And bluff him with my face

And it's drinks for everybody in the place

If all my days was hills to climb

And circles without reason

If all I was was passing time

My life was just a season

Instrumental (Electric Guitars)

If all my days was hills to climb

And circles without reason

If all I was was passing time

My life was just a season

Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds

And people going crazy

Always said what was in their heads

It surely was amazing

I had my fun in the bullring

And never got a scar

It really wasn't hard to be a star

If all my days was hills to climb

And circles without reason

If all I was was passing time

My life was just a season

If all I was was passing time

My life was just a season

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