I
It's thundering
The lightning's flashing in the night
The fool's standing and screaming on the hill:
"I'm gonna catch you in my bag
And you will be shining within
I wanna you to be mine so much!"
Chorus:
The fellow rushes to the forest
Then to the field and to the stream
And he keeps trying to catch the lightning
II
All rural folk
Were going out to watch this
How the madman was running and freaking on the hill
He seems to be out of his head
He's an enemy to himself
He's the fool with his whims - just think of that!
Chorus:
The fellow rushes to the forest
Then to the field and to the stream
And he keeps trying to catch the lightning
III
In the morning along the rural road
The night hero was walking slowly
So pretty shaggy and grey-haired
And he was smiling!!!