Cry, O, Does You´re done with

fortune

Mean deeds did steal Your need

to be free

Dry and close your wandering

fountains

and be with me as I slip trough

Your dreams



Think about the Young boy

He´s so eager to be loved, to

understand

getting his hair cut like a boy

watching the sun set on his own

Think about the young girl

she´s so eager to be loved and

understood

Think about the young boy,

He´s becoming a man



Cry, O, Doves You´re done with

fortune

New dreams did free Your need

to be real

Try, O, Moles in Your sunly

torture

to dream of me as You creep

trough the trees



Think about the Young boy

He´s so eager to be loved, to

understand

getting his hair cut like a boy

watching the sun set on his own

Think about the young girl

she´s so eager to be loved and

understood

Think about the young boy,

He´s becoming a man



Broken is the wind

Broken is his fellow

his name is Angro-Diti

and his voice is very mellow

and he sings

"So twice five miles of fertile

ground

with walls and towers were

girdled `round

and there were gardens

bright with sinous rills

were blossomed many an

incense-bearing tree"

He sings of wuthering wilderness

and how it once was tamed

He sings of God´s boredom

in the days of no names

Cry, O, Doves You´re done with

fortune

New dreams did free Your need

to be real

Try, O, Moles in Your sunly

torture

to dream of me as You creep

through the trees



Think about the Young boy

He´s so eager to be loved, to

understand

getting his hair cut like a boy

watching the sun set on his own

Think about the young girl

she´s so eager to be loved and

understood

Think about the Young boy

He´s so eager to be loved, to

understand

getting his hair cut like a boy

watching the sun set on his own

Oh, when worlds collide

it´s like thunder in the head

and fire in the mind

So, think about the young boy

He´s becoming a man.