Clementine

The winter sun is hanging high up in the sky
 Like a tangerine in crooked cream
 And soft, cascading lines
 Singing high and low, and glow and glow
 Across the horizon line
 It reminds me of a time of mine
 With eyes that open wide and drown the light
 Turn on, tune in, drop out
 Pay the piper with a paper slip
 Eyes open, trip on it
 Oh, Clementine
 You'll never be mine
 I'll never be yours
 Oh, Clementine
 You'll never be mine
 I hate to see you die before you're born
 Now is the winter of your discontent
 We're the disenchanted children
 And we, and we won't stand for this
 We spread like a cancerous brain
 We'll put you in an early grave
 We gave up, we gave you everything you could hold
 Turn on, tune in, drop out
 Pay the piper with a paper slip
 Eyes open, trip on it
 Oh, Clementine
 You'll never be mine
 I'll never be yours
 Oh, Clementine
 You'll never be mine
 I hate to see you die before you're born
 Turn on, tune in, drop out
 Oh, Clementine
 You'll never be mine
 I'll never be yours
 Oh, Clementine
 You'll never be mine
 I hate to see you die before you're born
 Oh, Clementine
 You'll never be mine
 I'll never be yours
 Oh, Clementine
 You'll never be mine
 I hate to see you die before you're born