Pastures of Plenty-Judy Collins/Ollabelle

Pastures of Plenty - Judy Collins Hey now, where are you going Where are you going to, my friend Said I'm going out to find The pastures of plenty I believe they're out there somewhere Did you hear about the girl Alone in the world Thought she was losing her mind She found it in the discarded refuse pile Down near the railroad line A book of sonnets, torn and tattered A few remained intact One held the key, she said to me To getting some feeling back Sometimes my head turns round and round Sometimes you talk but I can't hear a sound Sometimes I look down, find my feet off the ground I feel that I'm somewhere else bound Hey now, where are you going Where are you going to, my friend Said I'm going out to find The pastures of plenty I believe they're out there somewhere She looked down the railroad track Lined with trees on each side She prayed for the strength to run to the boxcar To pull herself up for the ride You invite me to your house - you're so sincere We sit so close for a while You reach out for me in the low light so clear But you look like you're frowning when you smile Hanging around just to see what could happen Hanging on by, oh, the thinnest thread Sometimes I see the faintest glimpse Sometimes I feel I'd be better off in bed Hey now, where are you going Where are you going to, my friend Said I'm going out to find The pastures of plenty I believe they're out there somewhere