the trees're all around
the wind in that they say
the leaves're falling down
n they will find their way
your feet're on the ground
your soul upon the plane
your mind is in the clouds
n soon you'll wear the stain
ya feel it in the ground, n when ya heard the sound
they rode ya down to faerieland ~ oh, my, my
ya feel it in the sound, ya see it all around
ya lookin everywhere ~ as they go flyin by
afflicted by the sound
we don't hear what they say
the magic from the ground
is in our heads today
we leave em where we found
and try to find our way
but nothin's ever now
as golden yesterdays
ya feel it in the ground, do you recall the day
when smilin people all went out the back way?
ya breathe it in the air, frozen in their stare
and everywhere the smiles are always here to stay
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