Vegetable Row - Cotton Mather

I hear when you talk that not much goes on And now I think you might be the dark right before my dawn

And the clouds have made a fissure I’ve arranged that for you mister

So that you can go ahead and prematurely start the process of preserving

You look so afraid and I can see why

You just turned your back on a very dangerous guy

And the bells ring with a vengeance as we witness your ascension

To a land where they can things better than all the «Bells of Rhymny»

On vegetable row, vegetable row

On vegetable row, vegetable row

Think of us in your new haunt

They must have let classes out early those days

And I bet you were the funniest clown at the front of the hip parade

Now you shadows swirl around us, take us back to where you found us Crawl back underneath you couch and tell us things are a little bit skewed

On vegetable row, vegetable row

On vegetable row, vegetable row

I’m thinking of a place where time’s your boss

And now you just can’t wait

To turn in your only key, pass your baton to me Sell yourself penny cheap and never stop to total up the cost

Some people give up on the third or fourth try

And some can make a career out of just trying to say goodbye

They’ve been holding your place, someone’s here to fill that space

And it’s a mighty act of grace you won’t have me around

to check you vital signs

On vegetable row, vegetable row

On vegetable row, vegetable row

Think of us in your new

Think of us in your new haunt