(The) pain flows through dead of night Oh Lord, forgive them fight For all They have their own words And have got very swords, What's more? The knights are not to kneel The mothers seem to feel The prde They are not getting old - Who'll gather tears of all their brides?
Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green Father's a Nobleman, mother is a Queen Rock-a-bye, baby, it's time to grow, you know_ Father, please, let them go
It'll turned out for an hour The candle will vourn them down And gone That'll be a broken shield Lost in a frozen field Alone But wyispering with wind The babies rise and win The pot And there upon a cloud They're singing out loud For Lord_