. (Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it). The sun beaming down between the leaves. (Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it). And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out ofthe
never stop. Lord but I feel that way, of my soul. My soul is stay. Oh but what am I to do, my mind is in a whirlpool. Give me a little hope, one small thing to cling to. You got me going in circles