Текст песни: Cows of Gladness + перевод

Milk the cows of gladness, before they all run dry

Search the rim of madness, before you lean and sigh

Become a parch of dryness, before you stoop to drink

Ascend the arch of whyness, before you try to think

Now lay me down, lay me down

Churn the butter of happiness. And be my guest

Milk the cows of gladness

Put them out, out to pasture, beneath the olive trees

That line the hillsides of a distant gracefulness

So they might feed and flourish in abundance

And you and I may live

Dye the shirt of wisdom, the colors of the west

Approach the skirt of isdom, with waves that mount and crest

Feed the hay of havoc, to the mouths that starve for such

And milk the cows of gladness, with a firm and gentle touch

Now lay me down, lay me down

Churn the butter of happiness. And be my guest

Milk the cows of gladness

Put them out, out to pasture, beneath the olive trees

That line the hillsides of a distant gracefulness

So they might feed and flourish in abundance

And you and I may live

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