And what will happen in the
evening in the forest with the weasel
with the teeth that bite so
sharp when you're not looking in the evening.
And all the friends that you
once knew are left behind they kept you safe
and so secure amongst the
books and all the records of your lifetime.
What will happen
In the morning
When the world it gets so
crowded that you can't look out the window
in the morning.
Hey, take a little while to
grow your brother's hair
And now, take a little while
to make your sister fair.
And now that the family
Is part of a chain
Take off your eyeshade
Start over again.
Now take a little while to
find your way in here
Now take a little while to
make your story clear.
Now that you're lifting
Your feet from the ground
Weigh up your anchor
And never look round.
Let's sing a song
For Hazey Jane
She's back again in my mind.
If songs were lines
In a conversation
The situation would be fine.
Marco Giunco |
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