The Leaving of the Country Lover

It's all very well you saying I don't like what you're playing You know your bird's been graying, Under wing You don't have time to capture The picture that your after And it's too late to naturally change Looking down, a pleasant sight, The re's no time to blink an eye. I know you like the feeling Of nature's open ceiling It's time leave the pealing Of the bells You don't look very strong lad They say it can't be all bad At least not if you're half mad When you go Looking down, a pleasant sight, The re's no time to blink an eye. So now your eyes are clearing And your strength is reappearing And what's your most endearing Quality So spread your invitation And take some consolation In knowing that salvation Tips her hat Looking down, a pleasant sight, The re's no time to blink an eye.