Sunday

What will happen in the morning
When the world it gets so crowded
That you can't look out the window in the morning
And what will happen in the evening
In the forest with the weasel
With the teeth that bite so sharp
When you're not looking in the evening
And all the friends that you once knew
Are left behind, they kept you safe and so secure
Amongst the books and all the records of your lifetime
What will happen, in the morning
When the world it gets so crowded
That you can't look out the window in the morning
Hey, take a little while to grow your brother's hair
Now take a little while to make your sister fair
And now that the family
Is part of a chain
Take off your eyeshade
Start over again
Now take a little while to find your way in here
Now take a little while to make your story clear
Now that you're lifting your feet from the ground
Weigh up your anchor and never look 'round
Let's sing a song for Hazey Jane
She's back again, in my mind
If songs were lines in a conversation
The situation would be fine

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