that's what the old man said
Try not to fret or care and
and I took the one last travelled by
Then I stood and wondered
I'll learn to pay no mind
you sing the saddest things
Little birds will find their
Signs and wonders guide the way,
that's what the wise ones say
As I stumble through another day
The buds remain upon the bough
And somewhere far above the clouds
I'll learn to pay no mind
Some things just take their time
You sing the saddest things
Little birds will find their wings
First the mountain was too steep
Then the river ran too deep
Then I thought I could not
When the world was full of doubt
The tide went in and the tide went out
And fear be banished was the shout
Some things just take their time
You sing the saddest things
Little birds will find their wings
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