I've so much to say, and yet I cannot speak. Come and do my bidding now for I have grown too weak. My weary eyes have seen all that life can give. Come to me, O young one, for you I can forgive.
While in the streets of all our fears. They reign supreme as orders go. They are the last to have their say. And last to know it doesn't matter how you try.
Met a man with the answer to everything. Books and words from philsophers come. Analysed and he cut down a winter tree. To find the sun. . Fell asleep, had a dream by the winter tree.
I took a trip down to look at the fair. When I arrived I found nobody there. It seemed I was all alone. Must be that they've all gone home. . [Chorus].