Scythes and sport, never Scythes, scythes, scythes, never When the day gets old, we play in the shade Trees like standing soldiers, guard the mystery plate Running down the stream, baby hold on the steam Turn your face to sky, feel the quiet sunshine While the day goes by Scythes and sport, never Scythes, scythes, scythes, never Wind is slowly turning, while the time is still Change the weeds and daisies, in a rainbow spill Secret garden just, will be open today Hide out, in the hay When the black gods return Here's the night that they Scythes and sport, never Scythes, scythes, scythes, never Scythes and sport, never Scythes, scythes, scythes, never Not what you need, got to stop playing baseball Not what you need, stop with that humpty hump Scythes and sport, never Scythes, scythes, scythes, never Scythes, scythes, scythes, never