My mind’s a little scattered
Not knowing what to do
But all that’s ever mattered
Comes in my love for you
Though our hopes look tattered
Yet we will come through
Let all despair be shattered
Let’s seize our dreams anew!
When the stars go home at dawn
And the moon shuts up his shop
When hunting owls caught on the hop
On this still Sunday afternoon,
My love lies down to rest.
Brentford, sing her a soothing tune...
