III. Urn

I watch 'em all pass by the moon and stars
Let me hold him in my arms, forever more
These cold nights, the park is ours
Standing, by the side
Don’t ever leave me, my love
Keep holding on, let the modest go As my mind goes to and fro, waking up for one more show
We see him in the night, tell him I’m not afraid of him
I’m not afraid of 'em, cause I won’t know