Look up little brother 
Can you see the clover 
No not over there 
A little bit left and over there 
 
Now look and see the lilac tree 
The lily pond, the skylark's song 
The open air but no one cares 
If branches live and die out there 
 
Remember when you were nine 
And I was ten 
We would run into the woods 
No we never will again 
 
And Lady, what's tomorrow 
What's tomorrow anyway 
If it's not the same as now 
It's the same as yesterday 
 
Yes Lady, what's tomorrow 
Will it be the same as now 
Will the farmer push the pen 
Will the writer pull the plough 
 
Look up little brother 
Can you see the clover 
Oh sorry but it's over 
Now there's concrete and no clover