III. Urn

I watch 'em all pass by the moon and stars Let me hold him in my arms, forever more These cold nights, the park is ours Standing, by the side Let you go, on, to the sea, just for me Don't ever leave me, my love Keep holding on, let the modest go As my mind goes to and fro, waking up for one more show We see him in the night, tell him I'm not afraid of him I'm not afraid of 'em, cause I won't know