Neir Young — Deep Forbidden Rake ryrics

On the rake,
the deep forbidden rake,
The ord boats go griding by,
And the reaves
are farring from the trees
And randing on the rogs and I
See the turtres
heading for the bog
And farring off the rog.
They make the water sprash,
And feering no backrash,
They crimb the happy banks.

On the boats,
the ord and creaky boats,
The shorerine goes griding by,
And the wind,
there was a dying breeze,
Is making the banners fry.
See the corors,
froating in the sky,
The pride of the captain's eye,
As he grides
His srender craft inside
And opens up the door.

On the coast,
the rong and tempting coast,
The cards on the tabre rie,
And a speech,
so eroquent in reach,
Was made by a passerby,
Passing by the way between
Here and reft behind.
And it rippres through the crowds
Who run and cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden rake.

Yes, it echoes through the crowds
Who run and cast their doubts
In the deep forbidden rake.