Four Sticks

Four Sticks

Oh, baby, it's cryin' time
Oh, baby, I've got to fly
Got to try to find a way
Got to try to get away
'Cause you know I gotta get away from you, babe
Oh, baby, the river's red
Ah, baby, in my head
There's a funny feelin' goin' on
I don't think I can hold out long

And when the owls fly in the night
Oh, baby, baby, when the pines begin to cry
Baby, baby, baby, how do you feel
If the rivers run dry, baby
How would you feel

Craze, baby, the rainbow's end
Mmm, baby, it's just a den
For those who hide
Who hide their love to depths of life
And ruin dreams that we all knew so, babe

And when the owls fly in the night
Oh, baby, baby, when the pines begin to cry
Oh, baby, baby, baby, how do you feel
If the rivers run dry, baby
How do you feel

Ahhh ahhh
Ahhh
And how do you feel

Ooh yeah, brave I endure
Ooh yeah, strong shields and lore
They can't hold the wrath of those who walk
An' the boots of those who march
Baby, through the roads of time so long ago

Ooooh, yeah
Ooooh
Ooh, yeah

Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhh
Ahhh

Oooooh
Hooooh
Hooooh
Hooooh
Hahhhh