let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway let them come a running, take all your money and flee let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway
it was summer or maybe spring, i can't remember it was summer or maybe spring, i can't recall we found our hearts and stole them from our bodies (we couldn't understand the Villain's call) we'd often recall the beginnings we'd often try in vain to change it all we couldn't help but keep ourselves from sinning in summer, in summer, or maybe spring, or maybe spring, or maybe spring
let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway let them come a running, take all your money and flee let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway
it was summer or maybe spring, i can't remember it was summer or maybe spring, i can't recall we'd try to always calm our elders (but always we did seem to fall) we'd never try to tame the burning embers (it didn't seem to matter how we'd fare) it seemed we couldn't ever escape december but it was summer, summer, or maybe spring, or maybe spring, or maybe spring
Compositor: Stephen Malcolm Ronald Nice ECAD: Obra #5827534