Doug Dillard
Something's Wrong
Hours of joy when I was just a boyAnd never wrong I knewKites of red would fly above my headThe birds would sing their songNow something's wrongWhere the Sherwood used to beNeon brambles now I can seeFields of corn on early summer morningsOr late afternoonsAnytime there was a place to findWhere life seemed not so soonNow all too soonIs this where I used to beStill remembering what is meAnd I won't even tryTo find a reason whyI must live here just to dieNow something's wrongWhere the Sherwood used to be Neon brambles now I can see
From Letras Mania