Days Of Broken Arrows - The Idle Race

Birds on the wing at the, end of the day

The trees of green and brown you see

Have suddenly turned grey

Don’t be too sad when you’re, waiting for (dad?/death?)

The message on the garden wall says

Mickey Mouse is bad

Oooh, I need, I need, I need, I need a

The broken arrows in the door, there’s lots of Indians

Oooh, need, I need, I need, I need a

The grass that grows above your hair

The pretty patterned teddy bear

Ah ah ah

Ah ah, ah ah

Yeah yeah 'eah

Her baby cries in the, heat of the night

Her footsteps up the stairs

Her mother’s there to hold her tight, yeah

Happy young child and his, dog running wild

Spring is in the air

And they’ve been running for a mile

There goes that little girl again

The years have passed, but all in vain

The birds have fallen, from the trees

And it is told, these old memories

What of the old men who

A stand there so still

A looking at the stars

You’re bringing to your windowsill, yeah

Where is old Betty

The, woman who scrubbed

Perhaps she passed away

Shes very old but very good

Oooh, need, I need, I need, I need a

The broken arrows in the door, there’s lots of Indians

Oooh, need, I need, I need, I need a

The grass that grows above your hair

The pretty patterned teddy bear

Ah ah ah

Ah ah, ah ah

Yeah yeah, yeah

A why did this happen, where, did I do wrong

I know that now I’m home

I’m not too young

And their not long

Birds on the wing at the, end of the day

The trees of green and brown you see

Have suddenly turned grey