Lyrics:

Birds on the wing at the, end of the day
The trees of green and brown you see
Have suddenly turned grey

Don't be too sad when you're, waiting for (dad?/death?)
The message on the garden wall says
Mickey Mouse is bad

Ooh, I need, I need, I need, I need a
The broken arrows in the door, there's lots of Indians
Ooh, need, I need, I need, I need a
The grass that grows above your hair
The pretty patterned teddy bear
Ah ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Yeah yeah 'eah

Her baby cries in the, heat of the night
Her footsteps up the stairs
Her mother's there to hold her tight, yeah

Happy young child and his, dog running wild
Spring is in the air
And they've been running for a mile

There goes that little girl again
The years have passed, but all in vain
The birds have fallen, from the trees
And it is told, these old memories

What of the old men who,
A stand there so still
A looking at the stars
You're bringing to your windowsill, yeah

Where is old Betty
The, woman who scrubbed
Perhaps she passed away
She's very old but very good

Ooh, need, I need, I need, I need a
The broken arrows in the door, there's lots of Indians
Ooh, need, I need, I need, I need a
The grass that grows above your hair
The pretty patterned teddy bear
Ah ah ah
Ah ah, ah ah
Yeah yeah, yeah

A why did this happen, where, did I do wrong
I know that now I'm home
I'm not too young
And their not long

Birds on the wing at the, end of the day
The trees of green and brown you see
Have suddenly turned grey