My name is no one special
And I live in a cottage in the woods
All day I do nothing special
But I think my time always should
My friend the darkness lives with me
And the sun is [bad word] at my door
Little trees they bend their necks to see
Pretty sparrows eating at the core
Little flowers talk and sing to me
Little birdies wave their wings to me
Little creatures laugh and cling to me
All the world looks very, very good to me
In The Land Of Doesn't Have To Be

My name is no one special
And I live in a cottage in the woods
All day I do nothing special
But I think my time always should
My friend the darkness lives with me
And the sun is [bad word] at my door
Little trees they bend their necks to see
Pretty sparrows eating at the core
Little flowers talk and sing to me
Little birdies wave their wings to me
Little creatures laugh and cling to me
All the world looks very, very good to me
In The Land Of Doesn't Have To Be
In The Land Of Doesn't Have To Be