Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Saw the river shine down as the star shined I thought I could fly back in the month of March I saw sky was full of color I don't ever have to talk still No, you, no one, 'cause my son of God, he was a lamb How I could see the one child in all the stars That I thought I could see the poor child in all of stars The birds are in church, the trees are growing and growing Birds are sleeping for the winter Lots of apples fall and shiver Now spring is blossomed full of flowers Summer is hot when we go to the beach to have lots of fun I thought that I could do all of that stuff and it was fun In spring and the summer and the autumn and the wintertime I thought that I could see these stars flying in the sky Shooting stars fell, and fell, and fell on you