Take me to Magura To while the years away The tinkling of the cowbells And smells of drying hay The rainfall in the mountains Will wash away my fears And all the foolish things That I've done throughout the years I grew up in the city Not far from East L.A. With rows of dusty palm trees And millions of freeways Traffic jams and cholos And perverts in the park And teenage girls who sold，Their little bodies after dark So take me to Magura....To while the years away The tinkling of the cowbells，And smells of drying hay The rainfall in the mountains Will wash away my fears And all the foolish things That I've done throughout the years I'll plant a little garden，Take up astronomy And search for supernovas，In neighboring galaxies I'll go to bed by midnight，And wake up with the dawn And play my old guitar，While this sad world rolls along So take me to Magura....To while the years away The tinkling of the cowbells，And smells of drying hay The rainfall in the mountains，Will wash away my fears And all the foolish things，That I've done throughout the years