• Lots of time is passing by
    And I always ask myself why
    Why do i wait for it go by
    From now until the day I die
    Watching the birds fly
    Picking the hay away from the stack
    Seeing how many needles I can sack
    Because from now to then
    I always ask when
    Listening to the river at the bends
    Looking through the hay
    Finding a needle, day after day.