Lyrics

(Frogs) I sing above my vision I sing above my face A fat, old amphibian Speaker for the dead Gather round, ye animals Gather round this lake Take upon your vigil Wallow in the wake It was glorious of glories A maple April day And with a pocket full of horseflies And eyes as bright as rays They said, "Walk away Walk away if you can" Ah, but one leap out the village And our caravan began Traveled to a forest Nestled in the sky And he ran beside the buffalo Wrestled with the lions Every day a Saturday A summer wakin' morn His skin burned golden ember Due the shine that toad had born While riding back an eagle Laughing with the sun He spied an old, hairy fairy man Upon the River Young And Sol said, "Fly away Fly away if you can", yeah But he settled next the oarsman Said, "I'm my own man, and this is my life It's my life" Ooh, say Heed above my meter Heed above my fate Can't go back-back again I got a reason to be fevered Summer wakin' morn Back-back when the boy-boy-boy was born Ooh (yeah), ooh, ooh, ooh Now cross into his fortune While enchanted by the queen A lone shady shelter stood Beckoning his lean And in the time it takes a pillow To figure out a face Well, out from in the white tree She rose to take its place And the battle for his spirit Then caused him to remain And he fought as a thousand Visigoths And he cursed the night in vain She said, "Run away. Run away if you can", ah But last he heard a voice of, "I'm my own man And this is my life" He said, "This is my life" Ooh Off to in her castle Laid upon the stairs She showered him with daffodils And tied ribbons in his hair He woke for bare a moment But she wouldn't let him weep With lips of only roses Kissed him down to sleep So royal loyal subjects Now let your ears unbend For here, ye, this traveled tail Must sadly meet its end What's fate done to our hero Well, I cannot reply The last that I saw him A 'flection in her eye