Procol Harum - Barnyard Story lyrics

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Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin

40

You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin

3f

I was living in the graveyard, i was hanging from the wall

39

I was living in the desert, i was trying not to fall

5

3c

Once i stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide

3d

I beheld that flaming chariot and i saw the sacred bride

46

Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure

44

All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure

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