Please forgive me (It's impossible to say) If I appear unkind (It's impossible to know) but any fool can tell you It's all in your mind
Down in the meadow The old lion stirred As his hands cross his mouth He has no use for word
Poor little girl With your hands full of snow Poor little girl 'Had no way to know But you've got me eatin' You've got me eatin' out You've got me eatin' Right outta your hands
The airborne starlings circle Over the frozen fields And the hollyhocks hang harmlessly And the old lion yields
But you've got me eatin' You've got me eatin' You've got me eatin' right outta your hands You've got me eatin' right outta your hands Got me eatin' right outta your hands Got me eatin' right outta your hands Got me eatin' right outta your hands