Please forgive me
If I appear unkind
But any fool can tell you
It´s all in your mind

Down in the meadow
The old lion stirs
Puts his hand ´cross his mouth
He has no use for words

Poor little girl
With your handful of snow
Poor little girl
Had no way to know

And you´ve got me eating
You´ve got me eating
You´ve got me eating
Right out of your hand

I mean you no harm
When I tell you you´re blind
Give a sucker an even break
He´ll lose it all, every time

The airborne starlings circle
Over the frozen fields
The hollyhocks hang harmlessly
And the old lion yields

And you´ve got me eating
You´ve got me eating
You´ve got me eating
Right out of your hand