Little Boy Blue

Little boy Blue under the hay Why the dark circles on your face That hide your deep brown eyes Hold your lips as they try To whisper in your ears, detached From the mortal fear that Discovers where you lay underneath the hay Little boy Blue in the tree Holed up in your fortress, waiting out the siege Dreaming ten days out of nine About the world you left behind Where the Queen has gone crazy and shed her face And the King has a price out on your head The chase is on and you must flee up into your tree The dead come alive for their hero has died As you softly cry into your shallow grave The cows and the sheep go missing as you sleep and Your shaking heart betrays your secret hiding place Little boy Blue on the moon It seems that Saturn made its transit too soon And touched your life with pain Filled your soul with opposition Will you rise and blow your horn And let the kingdom mourn For the hero you should have become For the war you might have won The dead come alive for their hero has died As you softly cry into your shallow grave The cows and the sheep go missing as you sleep and Your shaking heart betrays your secret hiding place