Hello my friend, it's good to see you againThe skies are grey, my palette has been washed by the rainWill flowers always be in bloom? The sun must give way to the moonWhen morning dawns, I know my help will come soonHello my friend, it's good to see you againI'm quite afraid of people who look at me and sayShush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shush, shushDid the voices ever go away? Poor things, like they're here to staySo walk with me my friend for yet another dayWill the voices ever go away? Perhaps they're really here to staySo walk with me my friend for yet another dayHello my friend, it's good to see you again*
