Down in the hole I wonder, where is my ball I tumble and fall to find my small piece that was missing
Down in the hole I wonder, where is my ball Then comes the mole And so anyway let's forget about small things And it's fine, it's a fine day
Sometimes I look up to the brighter side Sometimes I ask myself if I'm on the right side
Down in the hole I wonder, where is my ball Then comes the mole And so anyway let's forget about small things And it's fine, it's a fine day And the sun shines
Sometimes I imagine of other scenes Sometimes I recall and imagine all I'd seen
Down in the hole I reach out and finally call But we find no answer So we're not going to stop the fall Down in the hole I wonder where is my ball Then comes the mole And so anyway let's forget about small things And it's fine, it's a fine day And outside the sun shines