Soft dreams are dragging me down in the mound Birdsong is early each spring When the gloss dries on the decade We'll be long far gone (Harmonizing with Edith Frost) Step in the light like you've never been born Feeling the graze of the tongs Quails eggs in an air raid And belong belong belong to none la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la (Edith Frost only) Soft dreams are dragging me down in the mound Birdsong is early each spring When the gloss dries on the decade We'll be long be long be long far gone la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la