Count Quiet

Count quiet got a piece, a piece of land
It was a swamp it was muddy but he did have a plan
He catered to his land with a generous mind
It gave him ripe fruit of all kind
He opened his mouth and out came a song
Boy let me tell ya It was pretty it was long
With a sweet sweet tone and a fine fine sound
It was enough to drive traffic from the other side of town

Trees gave shade, fruit and oxygen
Young lovers took shelter time and time again

And so people of all walks of life came to his place
Cats and dogs given up their chase
They all laid ears on that heavenly grace
As the count sang his song wonder overtook their face
Soldiers laid their guns upon the ground
All that had been lost, now was found
Suddenly the deaf could hear, the blind did see
The count's song was a blessing for you and for me

Trees gave shade fruit and oxygen
Young lovers held hands time and time again

Bop!
Shoo be doo be do

One day a tiny weed, peeked its head
The count went silent the crowd played dead
They all held their breath to see how things would play
The count turned red then blue then gray
The weed spread fast, clear and tight
No shade was offered, no fruit in sight
A dreadfull silence fell throughout the land
No song was heard no lovers held hands

Trees gave shade fruit and oxygen
Young lovers took shelter time and time again