The Walkabouts

Cello Song

The Walkabouts


Strange face, with your eyes 
So pale and sincere 
Underneath you know well 
You have nothing to fear 
For the dreams that come to you when so young 
Told of a life 
Where spring is sprung 

You would seem so frail 
In the cold of the night 
When the armies of emotion 
Go out to fight 
But while the earth sinks to its grave 
You sail to the sky 
On the crest of a wave 

So forget this cruel world 
Where I belong 
I'll just sit and wait 
And sing my song 
And if one day you should see me in the crowd 
Lend a hand and lift me out 
To your place in the cloud