And when your roaming
far, far from the center line
as everyone does
on the steep incline
from time to time
and its all falling like snow
falling like snow round and down
troubles run like the deer
out on the edge of town
I heard him sing,
"Don't let your days desert you
let not the hurt recruit you
it will all pass away, pass away
as those ancient days have come and gone
not for a sailor to silence
the mermaid's song
who am I, who am I, who am I
to know what makes paradise"