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