April winds are firey
And a sea shell was never my home
Can't fault a dreamer you'll not find me
And her eyes will be swollen and cold
How can this fire be so chilling
Where can our mothers be found
Dress me in camp Carolina
Get me a plane out of town
Fathers of fathers are not vexing
To a bramble that's caught in my hair
When red is not death that's when we'll sing
Oh and John will follow with out a care
He'll follow you without a care
Lemons are our food in the evening
Mascots of our ruined night
My friend my God why you fleeting
My special service is done done done done