| Old Father Tyme |
|---|
| Like those tired branches |
| On that old oak tree |
| Strange beauty in winter |
| But how sweeter in spring |
| Time will become you |
| You’ll become time |
| All hail the love |
| It’s the love divine |
| We don’t know |
| We can’t always see |
| But Old Father Tyme |
| Ah, you know that he don’t care |
| Whatever he gives you |
| Has a price to bear |
| In this time of confusion |
| Hang onto what is real |
| Hail the love around us |
| See how deep it feels |
| We don’t know |
| We can’t always see |
| But Old Father Tyme |
| Ah, you know that he don’t care |
| Whatever he brings you |
| Got a price to bear |
| Woo! |
| Yes, I’m ready, ready |
| Yes, I’m ready rider |
| Woo! |
| I’m ready, ready |
| Yes, I’m ready rider |
| Woo! |
| I’m ready, ready |
| Ow! |
| Yes, ready rider |
| Woo! |
| Yes, ready, ready |
| Sit in the sun |
| Writing these songs to the ocean |
| Woo! |
| I’m ready, ready |
| Yes, I’m ready rider |
| Woo! |
| I’m ready, ready |
| Wow! |
| I’m ready rider |
| Yes, I’m ready, ready |
| Ow! |
| I’m ready rider |
