Lyrics
Out to pasture, out to pasture and, feed the hay of havoc
Before they all run dry, put them out, out to pasture
put them out
before you stoop to drink
Before you try to think, approach the skirt of isdom Gladness, and you and i may live
and you and i may live
Milk the cows of gladness, to the mouths that starve for such, before you stoop to drink
And milk the cows of gladness, ascend the arch of whyness Cows, milk the cows of gladness
That line the hillsides of a distant gracefulness, become a parch of dryness
Milk the cows of gladness, put them out
Beneath the olive trees, beneath the olive trees, with a firm and gentle touch
Now lay me down, out to pasture
Before you stoop to drink, search the rim of madness, beneath the olive trees
And you and i may live, feed the hay of havoc
to the mouths that starve for such
to the mouths that starve for such
milk the cows of gladness
put them out
And milk the cows of gladness, out to pasture Crofts, churn the butter of happiness
and be my guest
Milk the cows of gladness, the colors of the west, approach the skirt of isdom
out to pasture
out to pasture
Now lay me down, now lay me down, milk the cows of gladness
Ascend the arch of whyness, out to pasture
Now lay me down, churn the butter of happiness
and milk the cows of gladness
dye the shirt of wisdom