PROCOL HARUM


Barnyard Story Lyrics

Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin
You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin
I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall
I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall

Once I stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide
I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride
Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure
All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure

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Songwriter(s): G. Brooker, K. Reid
Publisher(s): Essex Music International, Universal - Polygram International Pub Inc.
Record Label(s): 2013 Bucks Music Group Ltd
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