Drink The Water
Stacy King
Little wicked boy
Come out and shake my hand
I come from where you come from
I’ve seen what you’ve seen
Come lay under my wing, fade into the night
I love you
I can save you if you believe
Drink the water from the mud, little boy
Drink the water from the mud
Tell me that you don’t belong, little boy
Tell me that you don’t belong
Little impish one
Remember what we planned
We won’t hear whistles calling
When we are out to sea
Come lay under my wing, morning’s over the shore
I love you
I can teach you if you believe
Drink the water from the mud little boy
Drink the water from the mud
Tell me that you don’t belong little boy
Tell me that you don’t belong