Let's go the leaves they whispered,
Wake up, wake up the rooster cried,

C'mon, you know we're waiting,
The katydids and bullfrogs did sigh,

You've been pining here for far too long,
Yawned the river with a mouth so wide,

Did you really believe that one man,
Could hold back the ocean's tide,

But, I see you're getting your legs back,
And that ol' itch it needs a scratch,

So, kick the dirt from your boot heels,
And loose that heavy burden from your back,

It's a long, hard road,
But, I know I'm gonna get there,

It's a hard row to hoe,
But, I know I'm gonna get there,
I'm gonna get there,

Beware, The Ides of March,
Said that voice inside your head,

They'll fill your days with sorrow,
Fear and doubt and dread,

Don't they make the springtime,
Oh, so bittersweet,

The sadness and the sunshine,
Mixed with what always was and was never meant to be,

It's a long hard road,
But, I know I'm gonna get there,

It's a hard row to hoe,
But, I know, I know I'm gonna get there,
I'm gonna get there, yeah,

There're swallows in the hay loft,
There's a Junebug on the porch,

There's a moth trapped on the dashboard,
Roll down the window and let him find his torch,

So, let's go, the leaves they whispered,
Wake up the rooster cried,

C'mon, you know we're waiting,
The katydids and bullfrogs did sigh,

Can't you see you got your legs back,
And that ol' itch it needs a scratch,

So, kick the dirt from you boot heels,
And let that heavy load loose from your back,