in the river where i been weeping in the holly where the cold wind blows a list of secrets that i been keeping first the seed and then the garden grows the waves tell of a secret seeping and everything is gonna overflow and high above a sky above i hear a buzzing i hear a winging listen close and hear the birdies singing la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la oh the songs you would sing if you had wings and you could sing anything i d sing la la la la la la la la la la