Night Song
Evening's coming onlike a lovely buttered sconeNight will soon appearlike a little fish's earThen all will be darklike in the belly of a shark
Evening's nearly herejust like Christmas every yearSoon we'll hit the sacklike a sheepdog coming backAnd all will be darklike in the belly of a shark
And there we will sleepwith the farmer's sheepAnd we will be happylike a soft, new-washed nappy
If we dare to flylike the swallows in the skyWe will take our restwith the nestlings in our nestAnd all will be darklike in the belly of a shark
"It doesn't matterif we fly or if we fall.We've got each other.We're doing it together.That's all that matters."
And there we will sleepwith the farmer's sheepAnd we will be happylike a soft, new-washed nappy