Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh We come from the land of the ice and snow On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore From the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow The hammer of the gods W'ell drive our ships to new lands To

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers If you want the things you love You must have showers So when you hear it thunder Don't run under a tree There'll be pennies from heaven For you and me Every time it rains It rains pennies from heaven

Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy, Psycho groupie coke, Makes you high, makes you hide, From the time you were a Psycho groupie cocaine crazy, Psycho groupie cocaine crazy Do you really want to think and stop, Stop your eyes from flowing out So you want

What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a

I see your face in every flower Your eyes in stars above It's just the thought of you The very thought of you, my love The very thought of you and I forget to do The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm

He would spend it on the ponies He would spend it on the girls Buy his mother gin and roses For her poor old hennaed curls And when his wife said, "Hey now What did you get for me?" He socked her in the chopper Such a sweet, sweet guy was he

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down Only love can lift us now We find our common thread Over tear-stained ground People come and gather round Oh, lay 'em down Candle wax, like a river on the concrete Fears will fly if you let them Patterned-leather

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the