Oh, Pied Piper of Hamelin, how will you play your flute tonight?
Oh, Pied Piper of Hamelin, how will you play your flute tonight?Of all the adults in this quaint town, none of them know who you are.
Oh, Pied Piper of Hamelin, how will you play your flute tonight?Of all the children in this quaint town, all of them know who you are.
If we hear the sound of the flute a second time, we’ll be taken from this town.At midnight, the sound of his flute shakes our bodies down to their very souls.
We who were raised prim and proper, clutch our knees against our chests.We all see the dream of a journey covered in dirt and mud.
I wonder what the first thing we’ll do is, after we leave our confined homes.All the children of the city wait for nightfall in sterile rooms.
If we hear the sound of the flute a second time, we’ll be taken from this town.At midnight, the sound of his flute shakes our bodies down to their very souls.
As the skies darkened, our eyes welled up.We’ve been waiting so long for this moment.Finally, come oh you gentle night.We hear the flute play for the second time.
And at long last the sun sank beneath the sky.We all ran our little hearts out.Finally, come oh you gentle night.We hear the flute play for the second time.
Oh, Pied Piper of Hamelin, how will you play your flute tonight?Of all the adults who grew to hate the night, none of them know who you are.
Just like the sound of falling rain came our irregular footsteps.The adults have fallen into silence, the street lamps swaying side to side.
Oh, Pied Piper of Hamelin, how will you play your flute tonight?Of all the adults in this quaint town, none of them know who you are.
Just like all the dreams that we used to see, our parade marched on through the town.The stars as our guide and the wind against our backs, we vanished into the night.
Release the colorful balloons so that we may not be followed.Our shouts of joy and the flute’s song will stay with us forever.
If we hear the sound of the flute a second time, we’ll be taken from this town.At midnight, the sound of his flute shakes our bodies down to their very souls.
Oh, Pied Piper of Hamelin, how will you play your flute tonight?