I'd like to be one
Who makes Mothers cry
I'd like to be the one
Who makes Mothers weep
And wander in the Dawns and Dew
And wander in the Dawns and Dew
And in the lanes and lawns
And in the lanes and lawns
His muscular build
His brown hair cropped close
Brave me and tame me
Brave me and tame me
Here in the Fog of the World
Here in the Fog of the World
But, what can be Born?
But, what can be Born?
But, what can be Born...........
DEATH IN JUNE