of wind stirs the golden oats
They must quit gamblin' their wages, and you must preach it so;
My heart skips a beat
Football is my favorite game
As beauty with aroma everywhere overflows
To speak of their distress, no, nor the will!
As I walk, I look, It walks
It doesn't matter at all,
I feel chills through my spine
to regain the light in my life my sanity i must retain
of wind stirs the golden oats
They must quit gamblin' their wages, and you must preach it so;
My heart skips a beat
Football is my favorite game
As beauty with aroma everywhere overflows
To speak of their distress, no, nor the will!
As I walk, I look, It walks
It doesn't matter at all,
I feel chills through my spine
to regain the light in my life my sanity i must retain