Clover
The Kings Parade Lyrics
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Picking four leafed clovers
Up on a hill made from gold and silver
If it werenʼt for my mind
Iʼd say Iʼm getting older
Hold on to times
So I canʼt say theyʼre over
Picking four leafed clovers
Up on a hill made from gold and silver
If it werenʼt for my mind
Iʼd say Iʼm getting older
Hold on to times
So I canʼt say theyʼre over
Sunshine stains my eyes
The pale blue skies
Drift softly through the night
Sunscreen smiles
White as pearl
Those soft rip curls
In those locks I couldnʼt hide
The pain it blows over
If you kiss me right
Itʼs your Midas sight
Watches me as I grow older, older, older
Spent all my time
Picking four leafed clovers
Up on a hill made from gold and silver
If it werenʼt for my mind
Iʼd say Iʼm getting older
Hold on to times
So I canʼt say theyʼre over
Sounds become memories
Tastes turn to tears
They fade into years
And Iʼm left with envy
Should I keep on counting
Should I let it flow
Watch the old tree grow
As the leaves keep on falling, falling, falling
Spent all my time
Picking four leafed clovers
Up on a hill made from gold and silver
If it werenʼt for my mind
Iʼd say Iʼm getting older
Hold on to times
So I canʼt say theyʼre over
Spent all my time
Picking four leafed clovers
Up on a hill made from gold and silver
If it werenʼt for my mind
Iʼd say Iʼm getting older
Hold on to times
So I canʼt say theyʼre over
Time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up to me
Said time is catching up since the days I
Spent my time
Picking four leafed clovers
Up on a hill made from gold and silver
If it werenʼt for my mind
Iʼd say Iʼm getting older
Hold on to times
So I canʼt say theyʼre over
Spent all my time
Picking four leafed clovers
Up on a hill made from gold and silver
If it werenʼt for my mind
Iʼd say Iʼm getting older
Hold on to times
So I canʼt say theyʼre over
Say theyʼre over
Say theyʼre over
Say theyʼre over
Say theyʼre over
The Kings Parade's song "Clover" seems to convey a sense of nostalgia and the fear of growing older and losing the beautiful moments we once cherished. The artist begins by stating that he has spent all of his time picking four leafed clovers on a hill made of gold and silver. This could be a metaphor for constantly seeking out the good luck and beauty in life. Although the passage of time is inevitable, it's the mind's ability to keep hold of the good times, so they don't ever feel like they're over.
In the second verse of the song, the artist touches upon the transience of life. He talks about how "sounds become memories" and "tastes turn to tears" as life fades into the years. The artist expresses the fear that comes with growing older and the loss of beauty. Instead of letting go of the past, he wonders if it's better to hold on and cherish the memories that shape us and bring us joy.
The repetition of the song's chorus "Spent all my time picking four leafed clovers, up on a hill made of gold and silver, if it weren't for my mind, I'd say I'm getting older, hold on to times so I can't say they're over" is a reminder to cherish the moments we hold dear, it's crucial to keep seeking out those beautiful memories.
Line by Line Meaning
Spent all my time
I have spent all my time doing one thing
Picking four leafed clovers
I am searching for luck and good fortune
Up on a hill made from gold and silver
I am in a beautiful place with plenty of opportunity
If it werenʼt for my mind
If I didn't have my own thoughts and worries
Iʼd say Iʼm getting older
I might think I am aging too quickly
Hold on to times
I want to hold on to good memories
So I canʼt say theyʼre over
So that I don't have to admit they are gone
Sunshine stains my eyes
The sun is strong and blinding
The pale blue skies
The sky is a beautiful light blue color
Drift softly through the night
The air is calm and peaceful
Sunscreen smiles
I am trying to protect my skin from the sun
White as pearl
My teeth are very white
Those soft rip curls
My hair is curly and soft
In those locks I couldnʼt hide
I can't hide my true feelings and emotions
The pain it blows over
Eventually the pain will fade away
If you kiss me right
If you show me love and affection in the right way
Itʼs your Midas sight
Your love is like gold, making everything better
Watches me as I grow older, older, older
You see me aging and changing
Sounds become memories
The things I hear turn into lasting memories
Tastes turn to tears
The things I once enjoyed now make me sad
They fade into years
The memories become distant as time passes
And Iʼm left with envy
I wish I could relive those memories
Should I keep on counting
Should I keep track of how much time has passed
Should I let it flow
Should I just let time pass without worrying about it
Watch the old tree grow
Watch as the world around me changes and ages
As the leaves keep on falling, falling, falling
As time continues to pass and things come to an end
Time is catching up to me
I am becoming aware of my own mortality
Said time is catching up since the days I
I have been aware of time passing since I was young
Say theyʼre over
I don't want to admit that good times have ended
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Christopher Brent, Olivier Corpe, Samuel Rooney, Thomas English
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@mariajosemoraga2281
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Sunshine,
Change my eye,
The pale blue skies,
Drifts off into the night,
Some screams my 'O's,
White as pearl,
Those soft real curves,
In those eyes I couldn't hide,
The pain it blows over,
If you kiss me right,
If you might decide,
Watches me as I grow older, older
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind I'd say I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Some pick on memories
Taste of the tears
They're fading to years
And I'm left with envy
should I keep on counting
should I let it flow
Was she all tree gold
As the leaves keep on falling, falling
I spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Said time is catching up to me 7x
Since the days,
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Say their over 4x
@user-fn9sc9wb7y
CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO THIS SONG💙🇵🇭👑🍀
@ncbuckslayer8244
The BEST live session i have ever experienced. Why are these guys not all over everything. AMAZING
@user-fn9sc9wb7y
I'm addicted to this song🤗
@andreaward-eversley2945
Just love these guys....have followed them from the very beginning. They will be around for a very long time.
All their work is original and they have a very special sound.
@aleksandratuowiecka6575
I can't delete this from my head. You are so brilliant!
@alexwilton3995
Amazing!
@anubiscreationz8156
So glad i subscribed to this channel great song, awesome band and sofar great quality as always felt like i was in the room :)
@rafaelasalesross6763
Can someone tell me how to stop listening to this? So good!
@guidoscarano6930
Amazing
@mariajosemoraga2281
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Sunshine,
Change my eye,
The pale blue skies,
Drifts off into the night,
Some screams my 'O's,
White as pearl,
Those soft real curves,
In those eyes I couldn't hide,
The pain it blows over,
If you kiss me right,
If you might decide,
Watches me as I grow older, older
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind I'd say I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Some pick on memories
Taste of the tears
They're fading to years
And I'm left with envy
should I keep on counting
should I let it flow
Was she all tree gold
As the leaves keep on falling, falling
I spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Said time is catching up to me 7x
Since the days,
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Spent all my time picking four leaf clovers,
Up on a hill, made from gold and silver,
If it weren't for my mind said I'm getting older,
Hold on to time so I can say their over
Say their over 4x