Hey there, hey there,
oh
I'm going to be a good boy.
I'm a good boy.
I'm a good boy.
I'm a good boy.
They're
Oh
Well my soul calls you,
your form disturbs me
I'm in the northy mountains
against the evil
As the wind calls the swallow
on my blood
I am a poor man.
I am a poor man.
I am a poor man.
I am a poor man.