We picked all the purple flowers in the field
And still they grew back every week
You didn't bother to tell us they were weeds
Because we brought them in bouquets to you
We put them on display for you
By morning they were dead
And then we'd do it all again
Because the devil 'aint got nothing on the daybreak
He can't stop that old sun rising
Not to save his sorry life
And if I could I would write him a song so lovely
It would teach that old devil how to cry
And nobody's born with fear
It's just something we hear about until we feel it
Eventually peel it from our cold dead skin
If we can even manage to keep in from sinking in
But the birds don't fear the fall, don't fear at all
Once they've taken that first dive
If it's not heaven then they know that they've survived
So Ellen, tell me, what is it you see?
Looking out your kitchen window at us
Climbing up the trees
If we had wings we couldn't be more free
You see the ground but you're not near it
Don't you ever think to fear it
'cause the devil 'aint got nothing on the daybreak
He can't stop that old sun rising
Not to save his sorry life
And if I could I would write him a song so lovely
It would teach that old devil how to fly

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