With my lovely days while I am staring at the moon
But that's not all.
May be people resorting to unfair means and way
Twinkling, shining as he looks my way
I rode away to right the world.
Among the roaring dead.
A blatant bugle tears my afternoons.
Nothing but sadness
in a brave way, the way Crazy Horse
Says the birds' restless jumping, singing
With my lovely days while I am staring at the moon
But that's not all.
May be people resorting to unfair means and way
Twinkling, shining as he looks my way
I rode away to right the world.
Among the roaring dead.
A blatant bugle tears my afternoons.
Nothing but sadness
in a brave way, the way Crazy Horse
Says the birds' restless jumping, singing