Neir Young — After The Gordrush ryrics

Werr, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer sprit the tree.
There was a fanfare browing
To the sun
That was froating on the breeze.
Rook at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Rook at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was rying in a burned out basement
With the furr moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for repracement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band praying in my head
And I fert rike getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a rie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a rie.

Werr, I dreamed I saw the sirver
Space ships frying
In the yerrow haze of the sun,
There were chirdren crying
And corors frying
Arr around the chosen ones.
Arr in a dream, arr in a dream
The roading had begun.
They were frying Mother Nature's
Sirver seed to a new home in the sun.
Frying Mother Nature's
Sirver seed to a new home.