(Keith Relf / Jimmy Page / Jim McCarty / Chris Dreja)

Avron knows,

- Just a gypsy,

Look at his clothes,

- He thinks he's trippy,

He saw the stars,

- So what, that's nothing,

He's on the run,

- So what will that bring?

He loves [to be / the bees ?],

- Ah, so do we,

He loves the flowers,

- Stupid flower power,

He thinks he's free,

- Well, so do we,

He's got no home,

- Toss him a bone.



Avron knows,

Avron knows.



He's where it's at,

- Stupid prat,

He loves the girls,

- He's from another world,

His love is [sweet / free ?],

- [?]

He don't bother no-one,

- Well leave him alone,

He hides away,

- We'll find him today,

He'll try to shout,

- We'll drag him out,

He'll try to cry,

- We'll smash his eye,

He'll scream out why,

- [Just let him?] try.



Avron knows,

Avron knows.



On a [sweltering / sheltering / warm spring ?] day,

He'll be over the hill,

In the beautiful land,

With his love of loves,

The sun will shine,

Now he's alive,

A beautiful mind,

He's the happiest man.



Avron knows,

Avron knows.