Away

Hear the sounds I used to know When I was a kid See the old dead trees Who do I kid Everything with beauty passes away Every beautiful thing goes away Iceman rings a bell, everyone ice Oh and he's not doing too well But he sure is nice Everything with beauty passes away Every beautiful thing goes away Football on the field Hot burning sun Out of breath and close to death But willing to run Every beautiful thing goes away Everything with beauty passes away Here come the lumberjacks Come stamping their boots Here come the lumberjacks Cutting your roots