Bruce Cockburn The Bicycle Trip Lyrics

The Bicycle Trip Lyrics

Drift along

Hear the gravel crackle

Butterflies

Shades of the
eternal dancer

God has buttered the land with sunlight

Sunlight 



Corn grows high

Like a tall watusi

Katydid

Hums a
monotonous tune

Rather hypnotically

Hmmmmmm

Overhead there's
a parrot with boxing gloves

Singing like me

What a clever bird

Even knows the words

But he doesn't seem to see

Me

Making
my great escape 



You can just take so much of your own advice

Who needs a king

Sitting in a tree

So loquaciously

Pigeonholing everything

Pigeons have a way of taking wing 



Back again

Purple thistles bristle

All around

Bane of the
Eternal Dancer

Hmmmmmm 



Home is just around the bend...

The end