Goodbye yellow brick road
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road.
-- Bernie Taupin / Elton John
The world looked fresh and beautiful in the golden light of early morning. As I walked along a section of the Rivers Trail I'd not been on before, I felt like I was entering some enchanted land , if not Oz at least some scene from an animated movie.
Goodbye yellow brick road
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road.
-- Bernie Taupin / Elton John
The world looked fresh and beautiful in the golden light of early morning. As I walked along a section of the Rivers Trail I'd not been on before, I felt like I was entering some enchanted land , if not Oz at least some scene from an animated movie.