Текст песни Whispering Weeds

I went climbing up a weedy hill

Just to see what I could see

There far below the Hindu shrine

Where I go from time to time

And up at the top I met dead Andy

I'm not sure how he got killed

But nailed to a tree is a photograph, yeah

I always tip my hat

Oh, whispering weeds

Oh, whispering weeds

Oh, whispering weeds

What are we talking about today?

And what's that you say?

And what's that you say?
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Up in the flats of Leo Carillo

Is a place where I can sleep

A great big rock where I did dream

A happy stone age dream

And the darkness around me started to creep

And I knew that I had to go

'Cause night is the hour of the mountain lion who

Sent me back home crying

Oh whispering weeds

Oh, whispering weeds

Oh, whispering weeds

What are we talking about today?

And what's that you say?

And what's that you say?