Lyrics

The lion lies down with the lamb I think that's what I read But I don't know what the good Lord planned For those that can't get in that bed Set everybody free I got to be free myself I've looked all over town I'm ringing out like a rusted bell Oh, oh Scarecrow talking to himself Waiting for his lucky day Come blackest, blackest come I'm gonna rise up and steal away Blackbirds sitting in a tree Waiting for the sun to shine Come the brightest, brightest day The north wind's gonna be a friend of mine Oh, oh You said it won't be long 'til your time's all gone You can go be free But it's hard to be free, we all search for new shackles Yes, we take them happily First I said I was wrong, then I disagreed What was I thinking? I got no regrets, I got love