And you said, watching your old man cry,
And no-one, no-one will ask you why,
And you will unfold,
In you deep blue world
And we will keep hold, of you
And the warning signs,
And you deep blue eyes
And the mother cries,
For you
And you stand your hand? Out of reach
And go on, go on into the breech,
And you will unfold,
In the deep blue world,
And we will keep hold,
Of you
And the warning signs, and your deep blue eyes,
And the mother cries,
For you