While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun
A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean
Now cross into his fortune, while enchanted by the queen
She said, "Run away, run away if you can"
Back back when the poor poor boy was born
Off to in her castle, laid upon the stairs
What's fate done to our hero, well I cannot reply
And the battle for his spirit then cause him to remain
Oh, but one leap out the village and our caravan began
She showered him with daffodils, and tied ribbons in his hair
With lips of only roses, she kissed him down to sleep
Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place
And take upon your vigil wallow in the wake
He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river Young
With a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays
Now gather round ye animals, gather round this lake
I got a reason to be fevered, summer waking morn
And he fought a thousand Visigoths and cursed the night in vain
Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky
It was glorious of glories, a maple April day
But last he heard a voice of "I'm my own man and this is my life"
But he settled next to the oarsman
And Sol said, "Fly away, fly away if you can" Yeah
And said, "I'm my own man, and this is my life"
And he ran beside the buffalo, wrestled with the lions
Head above my meter, head above my fate
He woke bare for a moment, but she wouldn't let him weep
It's my life
His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born
For here ye this traveled tail must sadly meet it's end
Every day a Saturday, a summer waking morn
And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face
So royal loyal subjects now let your ears unbend
Can't go back again
He said, This is my life"
They say, "Walk away, walk away if you can"
