When i was a child my mother would talk me into bed And each night as she kissed me these are the words that she said
She said Dont go to bed with strangers Dont play with the dead Always keep your wits sharp like an axe inside the shed
Yay diridi....
When i was just a schoolboy My father he spoken to me He said boy check my song [?] Don't trust anyone And remember that nothing is free
And the world is full of strangers The world is full of dread The world is full of sharpened wits And millions of tears you will shed
Yay diridi....
Well, when i was a young man My profesor at university Said advice[?] is corrupting Don't ever be trusting Don't show your emotion You're somebody in an ocean And it's dark as the bottom of the sea
Then, there's no such thing as a stranger They're equally backwards and round Shapened axe is not wits, Cause i broken my sticks And you never be free till you're strong
Yay diridi...
Well, the young man grow old Then the world gets cold Now it never was warm to begin Don't let down your guard For the reaper works hard And it will not take past till your dead
Now i'm old and i'm rusty My troubles like sand on the beach They can't be calculated I always have waited For something just out of reach
And i to myself am a stranger My heart is an island of dread My world is disounding [?] With myseries unbounding With only one thing to be said