Look up little brother

Can you see the clover

No not over there

A little bit left yeah 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