Evening's coming on like a lovely buttered scone Night will soon appear like a little fish's ear Then all will be dark like in the belly of a shark
Evening's nearly here just like Christmas every year Soon we'll hit the sack like a sheepdog coming back And all will be dark like in the belly of a shark
And there we will sleep with the farmer's sheep And we will be happy like a soft, new-washed nappy
If we dare to fly like the swallows in the sky We will take our rest with the nestlings in our nest And all will be dark like in the belly of a shark
"It doesn't matter if 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 sleep with the farmer's sheep And we will be happy like a soft, new-washed nappy