Look up, little brother
Can you see the clover?
No not over there
A little bit left and over there Now look and see the lilac tree
The lily pond, the skylark's song
The open air but no one cares
If branches live and die out there Remember when you were nine
And I was ten
We would run into the woods
No, we never will again And lady, what's tomorrow?
What's tomorrow anyway?
If it's not the same as now
It's the same as yesterday Yes lady, what's tomorrow?
Will it be the same as now?
Will the farmer push the pen?
Will the writer pull the plough? Look up, little brother
Can you see the clover?
Oh, sorry but it's over
Now there's concrete and no clover
