Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady upon a white horse.
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.
There was an old woman tossed up in a blanket
Seventeen times as high as the moon.
But where she was going, no mortal could tell it,
For under her arm, she carried a broom.
"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,
"Whither, ah whither, ah whither so high?"
"To sweep the cobwebs from the sky."
"May I come with you?"
Oh when its summer and the skies are glass
Oh when its summer and the skies are glass
I just have to make the evenings last they're always flying past
Oh when it's raining and the skies are black
Oh when it's raining and the skies are black
I just have to hear the thunder roll and hear the lightning crack
With fading powers, we sit for hours by a television screen
With funny cigarettes and talk for hours of the places that we've seen
Oh brother can you hear my voice?
Oh brother can you hear my voice?
Every second that you cling to life you have to feel alive
Well it's an easy thing to sell your skin
It's an easy thing to sell your skin
With the devil banging on the door, you always let him in.
With fading powers, we dream of hours that'll never come again
Old defenders are themselves defenseless when the mad attack the sane
What can you do, when you see no future in front of you?
Food for the few
So many it seems stand in front of you
I see my face reflected there in a sweating brow.
You hate what you see, but what can be done when there's no way out
No way out
Now brother can you hear my voice
Brother can you hear my voice
Every second that you cling to life you have to feel alive
And now its summer and the skies are glass
When its summer and the skies are glass
I just have to make the evenings last, they're always flashing past
So there we cower
We sit for hours by a television screen
With funny cigarettes and talk for hours of the places that we've seen
But when you sleep
But when you sleep
Where do you go?
Where do you go?
But when you sleep
But when you sleep
Where do you go?
Where do you go?
I don't know
I don't know
La lune ne garde aucune rancune