And what will happen in the morning when the world
It gets so crowded that you can’t look out the window in the morning
And what will happen in the evening in the forest
With the weasel with the teeth that bite so sharp
When you’re not looking in the evening
But all the friends that you once knew are left behind
They kept you so safe and so secure amongst the books
And all the records of your lifetime
What will happen, in the morning, when the world it gets so crowded
That you can’t look out the window in the morning?
Hey, take a little while to grow your brother’s hair
And now, take a little while to make your sister fair
And now that the family is part of a chain
Take off your high shade, start over again
And now take a little while to find your way in here
Now take a little while to make your story clear
And now that you’re lifting your feet from the ground
Weigh up your anchor and have a look round
Let’s sing a song for Hazey Jane, she’s back again in my mind
If songs were lines in a conversation, the situation would be fine