Who Stole The Ivy
Lyrics and Music by Chet Nichols
Copyright 1969 by Chet Nichols (ASCAP) & Magic Garage Music (ASCAP)
ALL GLOBAL RIGHTS RESERVED
Shaking heads and shaking hands
Seem to describe your kind
Why have you come here
Is it just to toy with my finds
The sounds they are so fine
The sounds are so flowing
It's July here, my dear
And somehow it's begun snowing
And I can see down the street both ways
From where I sit
And neither way do I see anything coming
That'll tell me
Who stole the ivy
Who stole the valley
Who stole the timothy and clover
That used to grow all over
Eyes closed and laid back
Let it happen to you
With open heart and hands
Yours do not shake or stammer
But I can't truly say
That I can see her
Coming back to you
But you can be well assured
I'd inform you if her train arrived
The separation is cut and clear
What has been said could have been left unsaid
But you felt it was your duty to speak up
Repeat Eyes alone engulfed in our own mainstream
I'm looking deeper than I've ever looked
And to see the basis is all very well and good
Its good (just) to know that us laying here
Is not a challenge to your womanhood
Rocking and tapping and looking up for a sign
But the streets are full of them
One for this and one for that
Will they tell me…
Repeat .

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