Rooster and it's Crow

Dawn do bring the rooster and it's crow

Made a wind that was never supposed to blow

You laughed and laughed but never got the joke

I can't repeat it now,

I don't even know

I blew a trumpet for a sound

I never wanted to see

Now, the apple's out of season and

I'm standing underneath it's tree

So I'm trying not to pick them cause

I know they soon will sicken me

But, oh, before you know it,

I am halfway up the apple tree

To a cloudy, cloudy mountain from a murky water fountain

I grew With a pigeon on my shoulder, all the colors look so strange and new

So, I collected all my apples in a basket to bring to you

But, oh, before you know it, there'll be bugs inside of these ones, too