The Fog Of The World
Death in June
I'd like to be the one
Who makes mothers cry
I'd like to be the one
That makes mothers weep
And wander in the dawns and dews
And wander in the dawns and dews
And in the lanes and laws
And in the lanes and laws
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...