Take these shoes so I can fly away;nthey were fine when I was running.nHear my voice as it fades away,nnow listen 'cause it's coming, coming.nnThrough the reigns and legs and air,na messenger is coming.nnMarch is stormy and April's gay,nMay is warm and June is sunny.nWe've both got our bills to pay,nbut who will pay for all this money?nnThrough this hazy summer dayna messenger is coming. nnGive me his word that he's far awaynand give my love to old remembrance.nI'll sell my father's farm away-nwhat would I do with all that rock and clay?nI'll buy a boat that I'll sail to mercynand a knife to kill the messenger.nnThrough this hazy summer dayna messenger is coming.nnHear my voice as it fades,naway.