Stuck Inside Of Fern Hill With The Ocean Blues Again
Oh, the young man plays whistles
Round about the farm
I'd ask him about his chrysalis
But I know he feels no harm
And the daisies and the apples
Sing with the streams and sheep
And the stables fly to paradise
Whenever he's asleep
Oh mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Fern Hill with the Ocean Blues again?
Well, the foxes bark their praises
And the cock does sing his hymns
And you feel the spinning place is
Where Adam stretched his limbs
But Time flies by so sudden
And he drowns me in his sea
Though underneath these iron waves
I sing my melody
Oh mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Fern Hill with the Ocean Blues again?