This goose is cooked  these tongues are tied
Around the block and airborne blind
But looking on the brighter side
There's far less to which I’d be obliged
In the meadow where the black breeze blows
Where underneath the waves  you were most alone
Can you hear a subtle  aching tone
Through the water  through the Earth  trimmed up bone
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side
Looking on the brighter side