| Lyric | Lyric |
| There's a lady who's sure | |
| And she's buying a | |
| When she gets there she knows | |
| With a word she can get | |
| Ooooh, and she's buying a | |
| There's a sign on the wall | |
| 'Cause you know sometimes words have | |
| In a tree by the brook, there's | |
| Sometimes all of | |
| Ooooh, it makes me wonder. Ooooh, | |
| There's a feeling I get | |
| And my spirit is | |
| In my thoughts I have seen | |
| And the voices of those who | |
| Ooooh, | |
| Ooooh, | |
| And it's whispered that soon, if we | |
| Then the piper | |
| And a new | |
| For those who stand long | |
| | Lyric | Lyric |
| If there's a bustle in your hedgerow | |
| It's just a | |
| Yes there are two paths you can go by | |
| There's still time to | |
| And it makes me | |
| Your head is | |
| In case you don't know, the piper's | |
| Dear lady can you hear | |
| And did you know | |
| And as we | |
| Our shadows | |
| There walks | |
| Who shines white light | |
| How everything still | |
| And if you | |
| The tune will come | |
| When all are one | |
| To be | |
| And she's buying a | |
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