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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neil Young
Vocals
Spooner Oldham
Electric Piano
Anthony Crawford
Background Vocals
Diana Dewitt
Vocals
Pegi Young
Vocals
Rick Rosas
Bass Guitar
Ben Keith
Pedal Steel Guitar
Wayne Jackson
Horn
Clinton Gregory
Fiddle
Thomas McGinley
Horn
Karl Himmel
Drums
Chad Cromwell
Snare Drum
Brandon Colvin
Choir
Christan Riley
Choir
Curtis Wright
Vocals
Dorian Chism
Choir
Emmylou Harris
Vocals
Fisk Jubilee Singers
Choir
Fisk University Jubilee Choir
Choir
Gary Pigg
Vocals
Hayley Reed
Choir
Jeremy Kelsey
Choir
Kawana Williams
Choir
Paul T. Kwami
Choir
Terrence Pogue
Choir
Wesley Trigg
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Young
Songwriter
Wayne Jackson
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neil Young
Producer
Chad Hailey
Recording Engineer
Rob Clark
Recording Engineer
Ben Keith
Producer
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Tim Mulligan
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
See the bluebird fly easy as a dream
Dipping and bobbing in the sun
Could she be the one I saw so long ago
Could she be the one to take me home
This pasture is green
I'm walking in the sun
It's turning brown
I'm standing in the rain
My overcoat is worn
The pockets are all torn
I'm moving away from the pain
Tick-tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring
The old church bell
The bride and her love
Seeking guidance from above
Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind
I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again
That song from 9/11 keeps ringing in my head
I'll always remember something Chris Rock said
Don't send no more candles
No matter what you do
Then Willie stopped singing
And the prairie wind blew
The green kept rolling on
For miles and miles
Fields of fuel rolling on for miles
Tick-tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Toll, toll
The fallen soldier bell
The old church on the hill
Still standing when so many fell
Back when I was young, the birds blocked out the sun
Before the great migration south
We only shot a few
They last the winter through
Mother cooked them good and served them up
Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair
Behind a big wooden desk
The caribou we killed mean nothing to him
He took his money just like all the rest
Tick-tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring
Ring the wedding bells
The bride takes the ring
And the happy people sing
Writer(s): Neil Young
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