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young
For their hearts were full of spring

Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
And they say violets
remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring

Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring

Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring

Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring

Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
By Robin Williamson

Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun
Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run
The air is cool as music
then
It ain't such a bad dream either.

Walking to a club
I've been completely degraded by chasing publicity
Degraded, yeah, I'll never go back, I know
remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring
 
Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
want to be just like a king 
Take my picture by the pool 
'Cause I'm the next big thing 

Beverly Hills, that's where I want to be 
Livin' in
Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to owl and eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
By Robin Williamson

Robin Williamson: Guitar, indian flute, oboe, piano, cello and vocal.

I see your faces
Blown through the horned clouds
In
By Robin Williamson

Robin Williamson: Chanter, bironne, chinese flute, jew's harp, bazooki, gong and vocal.

In the third part of the year
When men
picture by the pool
'Cause I'm the next big thing

Beverly Hills, that's where I want to be
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity
picture by the pool
'Cause I'm the next big thing

Beverly Hills, that's where I want to be
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills, rolling like a celebrity
listen to the robin sings
And the river runs through Kingston Springs

Every year about this time
A few old friends come up to walk
Every year about
Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to owl and eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
Come by the hills to the land
Where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky
And the rocks reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear
best to wait son
You can't even come near, if you ain't got our share
You front on us this year, consider yourself blown out of here
Yeah, by my Robin
By Robin Williamson

Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocals.

Please never name yourself to me
Enough lies we see
Even the moonlight

come rest, rest
By Robin Williamson

Robin Williamson: Piano, mandolin and vocals.
Stan Lee Buttons: Organ.

You treat me so kindly
How can I repay
Seeing your lips
wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
'Cause I'm the next big thing in

Beverly Hills, that's where I
and strolled 
A very precious hill 
Said knife and fork to sausage roll
"it's pinky in the middle" 
And thus it seems come rain and shine
The patience still
Up on th' hill (trad.)
Up on th' hill
Down by the river
By the ocean
Across the field
By the word
Of the boognish
Lordy lordy lord
I'm comin' home
on the hill
Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
Far from the maddening throng
A hobo hobnobbing with bluebird and robin
We warble a merry old
and disappeared in the hills of old Juarez
A bullet in my back, a bullet in my leg
Bullets flying by my ears they taught me how to pray
I prayed I'd reach