I'd like to be the one
Who makes mothers cry
I'd like to be the one
Who makes mothers weep
And wander in the dawns and dews
And in the lanes and laws
His muscular build
His brown hair cropped close
Brave me and tame me
Here in the fog of the world
But what can be born?
Who makes mothers cry
I'd like to be the one
Who makes mothers weep
And wander in the dawns and dews
And in the lanes and laws
His muscular build
His brown hair cropped close
Brave me and tame me
Here in the fog of the world
But what can be born?