Something's Wrong

Hours of joy when I was just a boy And never wrong I knew Kites of red would fly above my head The birds would sing their song Now something's wrong Where the Sherwood used to be Neon brambles now I can see Fields of corn on early summer mornings Or late afternoons Anytime there was a place to find Where life seemed not so soon Now all too soon Is this where I used to be Still remembering what is me And I won't even try To find a reason why I must live here just to die Now something's wrong Where the Sherwood used to be Neon brambles now I can see --- Something's Wrong - Doug Dillard and Gene Clark