Patient child dry your eyes,
won't be told harmless lies.
March of solemn bare-foot tread,
but I am far too full of love to bat an eyelid.
Im not tired, so leave the light,
sing my rhyme Ill click along Mother
Forget foxes in the garden,
tell your father I've been smiling
I'm not tired, Simon's calling from down,
down by our bed
Sing my rhyme I'll strum along lover, lover of mine.