I fell for a girl in the clearing, her golden hair turns the earth, her skin made the flowers ashamed of their pedals, her voice made the birds embarrassed, I fell for a girl in the clearing, it was wrong I knew it for I had a wife and a lovely daughter pickling wild strawberries in the garden beside our first house, I fell for a girl in the clearing, a man up the road bottles electricity, puts thunder and lightning in glass bottles, sells it as a cure for the St.. Vitus dance, I fell for a girl in the clearing, I look for a cure straight out of the sky, I drank up the muddy Mississippi, there's no bottles or whirligigs for what I need, I fell for a girl in the clearing, I went to the forest in a thunderstorm, chased a bolt of lightning swallowed it down, my heart spun like a grindstone, seven buffalo kicked my belly, my throat was sore for three weeks, vegetables cooked as I ate em, I fell for a girl in the clearing, and I never felt love again