Come hold me now, I have not gone
I would not leave you here alone
In this dead calm beneath the waves
I can still hear those last voice calling
You could not speak, you were afraid
To take the risk of being left again
And so you tipped your hat and waved
And then
And then
You turned back up the gateway
Of that steel tomb again
And in my street in July
When I hear the seabirds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind
The child that we leave behind
The final news lie mute upon the sand
And in the silence of the grave
I can still hear those last voice calling
We left them there when they were young
We left them there when they were young
The men were gone
Until the west was won
And now there's nothing left but time to kill
You never took us fishing dead
And now you never will
In the mud street in July
In the mud street in July
You never took us fishing dead







When I hear that sleepers cry
And when I hear the sleepers cry
Oh, the time, the time when man, the child that will be born.
The time.