Take these shoes so I can fly away;They were fine when I was runningHear my voice as it fades awayNow listen 'cause it's coming, comingThrough the reigns and legs and airA messenger is comingMarch is stormy and April's gayMay is warm and June is sunnyWe've both got our bills to payBut who will pay for all this money?Through this hazy summer dayA messenger is comingGive me his word that he's far awayAnd give my love to old remembranceI'll sell my father's farm away-What would I do with all that rock and clay?I'll buy a boat that I'll sail to mercyAnd a knife to kill the messengerThrough this hazy summer dayA messenger is comingHear my voice as it fadesAway
