we passed upon the fruit
we said we'll tell the truth
altough i didn't lie
i knew it was a goodbye
he looked into my eyes
it was a sad discise
i tough he'd never go
now i know it wasn't so...

oh no, not me
i never had an arm
i'm standin in front of
the man who sold his farm...
i asked him to take my goat
instead of which he took my boat
i didn't want him to go away
he said that he will pray /for you i will/
he sold every cow he had
but it didn't seem like he was glad
he tought he could fool me
but i could really see...

oh no, not me...
i never had an arm
i'm standin in front of
the man who sold his farm...